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Mrs. AuburnChick is the Prettiest Sub

You have read that I subbed at Rooster’s high school last week.

I was fortunate to spend three ENTIRE days there!  It was like going back home.  I worked my behind off proofing English 1102 research papers (rough drafts).  I wanted the help those kids as much as I could since their final drafts are due tomorrow.  They LOVED getting their marked-up copies back.

Second period finished watching a movie, but 4th period was a real treat.

First of all, when I walked in after taking my lunch break, I saw the following on the board…

See the note under my name?

I love those kids…I really do.

The students in fourth period were fairly serious.  They split this class period, taking AP European History with Honors English.

They will be writing cause/effect essays next week, so it was my job to go over the basics.

Thursday, I was not prepared, so I winged it; however, I took the grammar book home that night and studied, as I would for my own classes.

I walked into class on Friday a lot happier with myself.

I actually felt like I helped the students get ready for Monday’s in-class assignment:  writing their rough drafts.

I was a little sad when I left school that day.

I knew that this would be the only chance I had to work with those kids this year.  The rest of my school year follows the public school’s schedule.

However, I walked out with my head held high.  I had come to a new self-awareness.

In the almost-four months that I’ve been teaching, I possess a self-confidence that was lacking last school year.

As I had proofed the 1102 rough drafts, I had made a list of the common mistakes the students had been making, and we went over them at the beginning of class on Friday.

The students listened attentively.  I presented the information with a tone in my voice that exuded confidence and genuine care for the students’ success.

As I stood in front of the Honors class later in the day and went over various points, I saw several heads nodding in understanding.

It was in those moments that I really FELT like a teacher…one who can transfer the teaching skills I am learning to different classrooms.

I realized what a gift God had given my by NOT giving me a job at that school.  If I had started off by facing 75 students every day, I am not sure that I would have been able to handle the pressure.

Although I am teaching five different grade levels…a HUGE undertaking for any teacher but incredibly more so for a first-year teacher…I feel like I am slowly being indoctrinated into the how-to’s of teaching.

Because I have fewer students, I am able to give them more individual attention…a goal I have for myself should I ever teach larger classes.

Because I AM teaching five grade levels, I think that my level of self-confidence is much higher than the average first-year teacher’s.

It can often be difficult to accept the path that God has us on.  It is so nice when you get a glimpse of a reason why He does what He does…why He says no sometimes.

I’m not sure if I’m the best sub, and I’m pretty sure that I’m not the prettiest.

What I am sure of is that being a high school teacher is what I was CREATED to do.  I have a deep love for the students who cross my path.  I am tough, but behind this strict exterior is a woman who has found her calling.

I am so grateful that God gave me those three days.  It was a wonderful week.

This and That

It’s a hodgepodge today…kind of like my life.

On Friday, I was privileged to sub for the classes I’d had for a month.

When I arrived to the classroom, I found this…

Inside was this…

A thank you gift for treating the teacher’s students so well.  But of course!  They’re a lovable bunch!

The kids had a ton of bookwork to do, so I was able to start a new project…

That is some of the yarn I received from my friend, Kate, along with the pattern booklet.  I am attempting to make the Granny Square Dish Cloth…easier said than done.

After quite a few sessions of ripping and restarting, I was able to complete this much…

I’d love to finish this in time to enter it for another Ravelympic medal.  We’ll see.

Now, a clue to one other project I’ve been working on…

That’s all you get for now.

Mrs. AuburnChick, You Should Be a Teacher

Those were the words a student spoke to me on Tuesday when I subbed in his classroom.

Can I tell you just how much it warmed my heart to hear him say this to me?

You see, I subbed for a teacher for four days in a row.

The teacher’s classroom was large, bright, and cheery, with lots of things hanging on the walls.  She has a reading corner that contains a couch, bean bags, magazines, and books.

I had so much fun as the kids and I talked about each day’s journal question and the Word of the Day. I made good use of the large white board and colorful expo markers.

I was in my element.

The students quickly picked up on my enthusiasm, and we had a great time each day.

When the student gave me the compliment, I’ll admit that I smiled but then raised my eyebrow suspiciously.

“Are you saying this to butter me up?” I asked.  You never know…sometimes people say things they know you want to hear.

“No,” he said.  “You’re fun and a good sub.”

Bestill my beating heart.

I have such a heart for these students and for education.  I’ll admit to frustration at not being able to find a permanent teaching position; however, I know that God is preparing me through all of the different situations I face as a sub.

Still, the compliment continues to ring melodiously in my soul.

Back to School for AuburnChick

Today was my first day of subbing for the new school year.

I’ll admit to some trepidation.  I don’t know why because I subbed a lot last year.

I think it was simply the “routine-ness” of it all.  It was a little easier to deny that life had resumed its hectic pace as long as I was staying home, but this getting up at the crack of dawn and having to actually look presentable (and smell nice at the same time)…well, it stank of something called WORK.

Amazingly, I woke up before my alarm.  I think that I was a little concerned about oversleeping.

My clothes needed a re-introduction to something we call an “iron…”

After devotions, which yes, we’ve been getting up to do since the kids started school last week, I asked Chicky to take a picture of me…

Then, knitting bag in hand, off I went, following the kids’ path.

Today I played the part of science teacher.  I had Honors Anatomy and quickly figured out why I didn’t attend medical school…lateral, superior, anterior…”doctory” words that sounded like something from an SAT test.

Then I had a leadership class, which consisted of the SGA and Senior Class officers.  Do you know that this was my rowdiest bunch?

Last period was Honors Biology, where the students were finishing up a Gummy Bear Lab (put a gummy bear in water overnight and see what happens to it the next day).  Interesting stuff…especially watching the kids dare each other to eat the gummy bears after.

I did manage to get in a trip to CVS and Walgreens for sales items.  I had Planning first period, which allowed me to get in and out of the stores before they got busy.

I’ll be subbing for this teacher through Thursday and then will switch gears to an English class on Friday.

It’s gonna be an interesting week!

Where’s the Fire?

Sometimes I think someone must have painted a big X on my back…as if to say, “Let’s get life to hand her a funny.  She can handle it!”

Today should have been an ordinary day.

I got up, showered and made myself up, just in case the school called me for a job (which it did), and headed out to work…my day’s plans shot down with the ring of the phone.

Not a problem…I can adapt.  And I did.

I had third period Planning, which ran directly into lunch.  Nice!  I had two hours and five minutes to do what I wanted.  I left school and went hunting for Bernat Softee Chunky.  I need a few yards to finish my top-secret project.

Let me tell you…I booked it.  Oh, I drove safely, but once I parked the car, I broke out in a mad dash to get through the stores as fast as I could.  I nearly took out a few people in the process.  I failed in my quest to locate the yarn…wouldn’t you know it.  It was the one time, after all, that I had armed myself with coupons for every store.  Do you think I would have found the yarn if I hadn’t had them?  I think so.

Whatever.

I did treat myself to Spinach and Artichoke Dip from my favorite restaurant, which is (coincidentally) located right beside the last store I visited.

AuburnChick whistles innocently…although the fact that she has said restaurant on her speed dial, nullifies the air of innocence.

Anyhoo…I got back with plenty of time to call my friend, Rabbit, who offered to go shopping at her Michael’s and pick up the yarn for me.   What a great friend!

Last period proceeded smoothly enough.  The kids finished their work early, so I let them play cards. The principal’s voice came on the PA system to announce various election results.  Chicky won her race for Senior class secretary.  Woo Hoo!

Then, with one minute until the final bell rang, the kids lined up at the doors (two because it’s a portable).  With 30 seconds left, the fire alarm went off.

What in the world?  Who would be dumb enough to schedule a fire alarm so close to the bell?

As I looked around, the kids had disappeared.  No sense staying.  The day was over.

Except for one student.

He returned and frantically told me he had bumped up against the fire alarm and set it off.  He tried to turn it off.

“Hon, you can’t turn it off once it’s been turned on.”

Great.

It was MY class that set off the alarm that could be heard all over school.

I quickly asked the student his name before he ran out the door, and I called the office to let them know it had been an accident.  Then, I got in my car and started driving home.  Chicky called and asked me to go back and pick up Rooster.  She had a meeting after school.

As I got ready to do so, I saw two firetrucks…lights flashing and sirens blaring…barreling down the street toward the school.

Oh no.

Surely they weren’t going to the school.  I kept watch in my rearview mirror as I looked for a place to do a U-turn.  It was hard to tell where they were going…traffic was starting to back up.

As I pulled into the school parking lot (I live right next to the school), I saw the firetrucks parked in the car loop, and firemen getting out of the trucks, clad in their firefighting gear.

Oh boy.  This was getting worse by the minute.

Rooster saw me and got in the car.  I quickly told him what happened.

“Mama,” he said patiently, “That kid had to have pulled the alarm.  You can’t make it go off by bumping it.”

Oh no.

I decided I had better talk to an administrator in the office.  On my way, I approached the fireman who appeared to be in charge.  I explained what happened, and he took down my name.

Great.

Then, I went to the office, where we pulled up my class roll.  I couldn’t exactly remember the student’s name, but I quickly recognized it once I saw it on the computer.  One of the AP’s was there, filling out a report, asking who had been in the classroom.

I sheepishly pointed to myself.

Great.

He told me that it’s a 3rd degree felony, and that the kid will probably get 10 days of suspension.

Lovely.

He assured me that I wasn’t in trouble.  I had been watching the class.  The door had been in my line of sight.  The kid probably pulled it when I turned around for a moment.

What a way to end the day.  I kind of wish it had been someone else, but I’m not surprised it was me.

One more story for the blog.

Think I’ll go eat chocolate.

Back To the Classroom

Today was my first day back to work…as a “real” sub again.

First of all, I have to say that God’s timing was perfect, as it always is.  Having the week of Spring Break provided the cushion of time that I needed to get over the shock of being laid off from the Attendance desk.  Still, my heart hurt a bit as I spied Ms. D, sitting by herself at the counter.

We quickly hugged and talked over each other in our rush to catch up in the five minutes I had to get to class.  I brought her a small gift…a bag of feminine products.  She chuckled.  You see, she keeps these items behind a cabinet door for the girls who inevitably need them.  Donations are sorely needed…something I quickly noticed when I first started working the desk.  For $3, I can pick up a bag of the off-brand.  The girls appreciate having these at their disposal.  I wonder how many other schools could use these donations.

Anyhow, I made my way to the portable and set up shop for the day.  As I scanned the rolls, I recognized many names.  Working the Attendance desk has given me an advantage few subs have…becoming familiar with the students and their various tricks for getting out of class.

Many of the students were surprised to see me.  They behaved though.  Maybe they had to face me the day they wanted to check out for the concert.  Regardless, they knew I meant business when I reminded them of the school’s “No Cell Phone” policy.  Each class worked quietly.

I ran home for lunch and allowed myself enough time before last period to visit Ms. D.  We hugged again.  She gave me a gift:

It was the bag of cookies I had left in the desk drawer (her note to me was stuck on top):

I promised to visit her the next time I had to sub (which turns out to be tomorrow, as a matter of fact!) and proceeded to my last class.

The time flew by, and before I knew it, the final bell rang.  Soccer Chick and I had stuff to do…there wasn’t a moment to spare!

We ran to the seamstress for her third fitting.  Oy!  We’ve agreed that we’re glad she didn’t go the pagent route.  Too much finangling and rearranging of parts that don’t like to be rearranged.

Next, it was off to Sam’s for new contact for Chicky.  The optician wasn’t in, so we had to wait.  Of course we did a little shopping.  Chicky exclaimed with delight when she spied this bag:

You see, when she was enroute to Las Vegas, they were served the above snack.  She and the Mr. agreed that it was quite tasty.  Naturally, we bought one.  They are a bit strange…pretzels pressed into flat, crispy chips.  Delicious, though.

We bought a few other essentials and departed for home.

Molly was waiting for us, and boy, was she feeling good.

Take a closer look at the paw that is resting on the ball.  That’s her bad leg.  Yep…the swelling has gone down a bunch, and the sore is healing nicely.

I made her wear the cone while I was at work.  She’s adapted to it though, and can run around outside and even catch a ball with it on.  Quite amazing how animals adjust, eh?

I’ll continue treating the leg until it heals completely, but it appears that we are definitely on the road to recovery.  I am so thankful that I didn’t get the x-ray the first vet recommended.  God is so good.

My day wasn’t over after my game with Molly.  After dinner, I headed out for a meeting at church.  A few of us are trying to spearhead a Prayer Shawl ministry.  I felt a bit overwhelmed when I saw the shawls others have made.

One of the things I like about the baby blanket project is that a knitter doesn’t have to knit an entire blanket on their own.  The thought of facing such a large project on my own is daunting.  So, I suggested that, for knitters like me, we offer a similar format.  The other ladies seem to be open to the idea.  The main purpose is to produce as many shawls as we can and donate them to those in need.  I’m thrilled to be a part of this.

One neat thing about our meeting is that while we were talking (and it eventually turned into what I would venture to guess is a “knit night,” which I’ve never been to), I could hear the praise team practicing songs for Sunday.

Sigh…

Contentment…

I could have sat there all night knitting and listening.

Instead, I headed home in time to watch the Dancing With the Stars results show.  Lame, I know, but I needed some down-time.

What a great day.  It was a reminder to me that being in the classroom is my heart’s desire as far as work is concerned (since I haven’t won the lottery!).

Yes, it was a good day.

The Party Continues

The day started off in a festive way…

Cake…

Yes, those are Reese's Cups...a God-inspired cake since the gal who made it for me had no idea that I LOVE Reese's Cups. In fact, my favorite thing to get at Dairy Queen is a Reese's Cup Blizzard

A present…

Hand-made by the bookkeeper...there's even a dolphin, the school mascot...on it!

A card and a round of singing…

My birthday is a few days away, but tomorrow is Friday, and then we’ll be on Spring Break, so the celebrating started early…a fun surprise for me.  Even the principal joined in on the fun.

I was so touched…telling the small group how thankful I have been at the way they have made me feel like a part of the family.

Then, it was back to work.  What a busy day too!  We were under a tornado watch most of the day, which meant that a good percentage of the student body felt the need to check out and go home.  Not the safest thing given the bad weather.  The high school is a hurricane shelter and one of the safest buildings in the city.

I had a run-in with a parent who changed her story – right in front of my face – about why she had checked out her daughter.

Grrr…

About 30 minutes before the day was over, I received a message that I was to report to the principal’s office.

My stomach suddenly knotted up.  I wondered if I had done something wrong…maybe got too impatient with a caller during the crazy time earlier.

When I walked in, she said, “I have good news, and I have bad news.”

Then, I just knew.

She continued…”Happy early-birthday…that’s the good news.”

I waited.

“The bad news is that after tomorrow, we can’t keep you on board.”

She went on to explain that it was, in no way, a reflection of my work but a result of budget issues.  Once again, the school is cutting back, and, to save other jobs, my position was being done away with.  They’ll be using existing personnel to fill in the gaps during the day.

I sometimes wonder what others do in this situation.  It’s one that’s happening multiple times around the world each day.

My reaction was the same as the last time I got laid off.

I was calm and level-headed.

The principal offered to write me a letter of recommendation.  I thanked her and took the opportunity to give her a synopsis of my recent graduation and teacher certification.  I told her how much I love the school and the students.  I also asked that she consider me for any positions that might open up.  As I did this, I conceded that while I realize I don’t have the experience of other teachers, I have a strong desire to teach.

I walked out of the office with a heavy heart.  I could tell that the principal’s assistant was sympathetic.  She made a beeline for the receptionist’s desk and told her to give me priority when looking for subs.  You see, I’m reentering the sub pool.  It made me feel good to hear her words and affirmed what the principal had told me…my hard work had not gone unnoticed nor appreciated.

As I walked back to my desk, my co-worker, Ms. D, gave me a quizzical look.  I quietly told her what had transpired, and she immediately looked forlorn.  We’re a team and friends.  We bonded the first day I sat in my chair.

The next thirty minutes were sad.  We both worked quietly…lost in our own thoughts.

“It’s so unfair for you,” she said.

I told her that I’m no better than the other people this is happening to.  I went on to explain that the one thing that keeps me strong is that God has a plan.  I admitted that I don’t like this part of it.

Sigh…

I did a good job with keeping my feelings inside…until I got home.

I called my friend, Rabbit, and unloaded my feelings on her.  That’s when I lost control and shed a few tears.

I’m just so sad.  I’ve been thinking about what I’m sad about, and it’s not about the loss of pay as, ironically, I’ll now be able to collect my unemployment check.  Go figure, eh?

No.  What I’m sad about is that I won’t be a part of the craziness that surrounds the office each day.  I love being a part of that close-knit group.  I thrive on the frenetic activity.

Sure, I’ve complained, but that’s only because people often don’t think.  Especially parents.  Go figure.

However, when you’re around teenagers for very long, you can’t help but become infected with their energy…good and bad.  It spurns you on in a way that other personal interactions do not.

After I got off the phone with Rabbit, I called my sister.  She’s such a woman of God.  She’s going through her own thing right now, so we’ve talked on the phone quite a bit lately.  She offered her love, prayers, and support in the way that sisters do.

Once I had vented, I had to get out of the house.  After running to the bank, I stopped by the grocery store.  A little indulgence was in order:

Caffeine, wine, spinach and artichoke dip, bagel crisps to accompany the dip, and chocolate.

My Newest, Favorite Wine That Doesnt Cost an Arm and a Leg

My Newest, Favorite Wine That Doesn't Cost an Arm and a Leg

Ok…so I’m PMS’ing too…on top of everything else.  What more can I say.

Ok…so now I need to find positives in this situation.

This job has been such a blessing in so many ways.  I’ve demonstrated my work ethic, working while under the weather for the last week and half, working with practically no voice, and learning the computer system in about two days.  I’m on the administrators’ radars.  I’ve gotten to know the students better and feel like I’ll be a better sub and teacher because I understand how things are handled administratively.  I also had one-on-one time with the principal…an opportunity I might now have had if I wasn’t being let go.

One of the most priceless blessings has been the opportunity to work with Ms. D.  She is amazing.  She’s a hard worker, always giving 1,000% to go out of her way to help students and staff.  She doesn’t waste a minute but always looks for things to do.  She’s organized and methodical.  Her interpersonal skills are more than admirable.  She empathizes and encourages, but she’s tough where she needs to be.  I’ve grown to love her in the few weeks I’ve worked beside her.  I will definitely go out of my way to seek her out and say hello when I’m at the school.

So, the pity party continues…for one more evening, anyway.

I did manage to cook a good dinner.  Now, it’s me-time.  I’m having a glass of wine and watching American Idol.

I think I’ll save the soda and chocolate for tomorrow…probably share the Reese’s Cups with Ms. D.  We’ll toast to a wonderful month together and to a forever friendship.

Murphy’s Law

Murphy’s Law…bites sometimes, doesn’t it?

All this weekend, I checked the online subbing website trolling for subbing jobs for this week.  I had jobs for Wednesday and Thursday but none for Monday and Tuesday.  I don’t make much as it is, but to not work for two days…not good.

So last night I had myself a good ole time…knitting the night away.  I mean, if I wasn’t going to work on Monday why go to bed early?

I did hit the sack around 12pm, but then I had trouble falling asleep.  I remember looking at the clock around 1am.  Not good.  I finally drifted off, though.

And of course I didn’t set my alarm clock.  Fortunately, my phone woke me up at 6am.  Good timing!  That’s when I usually jump in the shower after hitting the snooze six times (ten minutes per snooze).  I jumped up and, just for fun, decided to call the sub hotline.

Uh oh…there was a job available at my favorite high school…for the art teacher.

I contemplated.

Should I pretend I didn’t hear it and do what I had planned to do today?  I mean, who can resist sweeping the floors and washing walls, for heaven’s sake?  Or, should I choose to go out and earn some money.

The lure of money, however paltry, was too much.  I caved and accepted the assignment.

I’ve gotta tell you that I’m feeling a little nauseous, and my tummy isn’t feeling so great either.  That’s what happens when my body misses out on a good night’s sleep.

So here I sit, on Planning, waiting for my day to truly begin.

That’s okay.  I’m thankful that God provided, just as He always does.

An Interesting Comment from a Student

Today I subbed at a school I’ve never been to before.  It was a high school, but I was nervous…about everything.  I don’t like the unknown.  I’m sure you can understand.

God showed me He was with me.  When I parked, I had no clue if my car would be towed.  A teacher exited her car at the same time as me, and I told her I was unsure of where to park since it was my first time there.  She asked who I was subbing for, and I supplied the name.  She looked at me in amazement and told me that I had parked in that teacher’s spot.

Don’t you LOVE when that happens?  I call them God-incidents…not coincidences.

I went into the office where the staff was not exactly eager to help.  I managed to get some information out of them, and their parting words to me were, “Just keep the kids quiet.”

Um, excuse me?  Not exactly the best way to start my Monday at a new school.

I went to the building only to find it locked.  Great.  Fortunately, another teacher happened by at the same time, and she unlocked the door for me.  She even walked down the hall to the teacher’s class, which also needed to be unlocked.

What kind of school was this?  Buildings and classrooms locked 15 minutes before school was to begin?  I was even more nervous.

The teacher’s parting words to me were, “Dial XXXX if you need to send anyone out of the class.  No reasons necessary.  You know how it is…when the cat’s away, the mice will play.”

Um, okay.  Just what I wanted to hear.

So, needless to say that when my first student entered the classroom, I eyed him warily.  He did the same.  We were probably sizing each other up.

My first class had four students, I think.  It was an ESE class.  They were wonderful students.  As I loosened up, I began joking around with them.  They loosened up and started laughing.

My day just got better from here.

My third class contained mainstream students.  What an interesting bunch!  I’ve gotta tell you that most of them were not from the same economic background as me.  However, their personalities were diverse and interesting.  I think they were surprised by me.  We experienced a bit of initial confusion as I tried to figure out what work they had already completed; however, we got things straightened out and proceeded with their assignments for the day.

Near the end of the class period, one of the students came up to me and said, “You should sub here more.  You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Huh?  I’m not sure how this is a good thing, I thought to myself.

She went on to explain herself.  “You’re funny, in a confusing sort of way.”

Honey, I wanted to tell her, you’re not making it any better.

I think I understood what she was saying though.  I went with the flow.  Sure, I was a bit thrown off at first, but I quickly adjusted, and we got things done.  We had fun, I think.

Tomorrow I go back to the same school for the same teacher.  However, I’ll have a different set of students because of the way the schedules are set up.  Should be an interesting day.

Getting Attached

This week, I subbed in the same classroom from Monday through Thursday.  I had two 11th-grade Honors English classes and one 10th-grade Honors English class.  The first day was all about getting acquainted with the classroom setup and students.

The second day was when the real fun began.  The students were respectful and cooperative.  My 10th-grade class enjoyed reading and discussing Julius Caesar.  So did I.  I am fortunate in that I took many history classes in college, and I love watching the history and biography channels on TV.  I was able to supplement the words that the students were reading with historical information, and I tied in some things to current events they could relate to.  I enjoyed watching the light go on in several students’ eyes.

This week, I administered three exams, and sure, the students grumbled about the unfairness of them, but we pushed on.

They’ll be getting a permanent sub tomorrow.  Their regular teacher has departed for maternity leave.  Obviously, the school’s administration chose to put someone else in this classroom.  I’m sad because in only four short days, I’ve grown quite fond of “my” kids.  Sure, I had some talkers.  But we’ve already bonded.  They understand that I see the intelligence that lies just below the surface, and I think they respect me in return for this.

I’m so glad that my children attend this school and that I frequently sub there.  At least I will still get to see my kids…perhaps even sub for them again soon.

I guess this is what it will be like to have my own classroom…taking partial ownership of the young persons who are being entrusted to my care.

I eagerly await that day!