My First And Last Day As A Substitute Teacher
One of my best friends is a teacher. She's always talking about how amazing her days are and how wonderful her students are. She's constantly getting gifts and bragging about all the cute drawings they make for her. She talks about those kids as though they were her own children. I was semi-curious about the career so she suggested I try substitute teaching.
"It'll be fun." She said. "It'll be a great experience for you." I'm not so sure about great, but it was definitely an experience.
My first day of substitute teaching was for a high school gym class. I got the call directly from the school, not from the automatic dialing system. The secretary said they couldn't find anyone to sub for the class and could I please come in. That should have been a sign.
I didn't want to turn down my first sub assignment, so I put on my respectable navy blue suit and headed into the school. I was very excited.
As I walked into the gymnasium and saw the students, I had to do a double take. It was only at this moment I remembered the age of high school seniors. They were 17 and 18 years old. At this time, I was only 21. Very close to their age. They were also much bigger than me. They looked like adult men. I looked like a 12 year old preteen who hadn't hit puberty yet.
I had to spend the first 10 minutes of class convincing the students that I was indeed their substitute teacher and not a new student. I'm pretty sure the boys in the class were looking at my chest the entire time.
The instructions for this class were simple. Let the kids play basketball. They did this for about six minutes before boredom hit me and I started to toss the ball around also. Big mistake.
I remember watching a student look at me as he was about to pass the ball and then hearing my name and turning my head. The next thing I remember is laying on the floor and looking up at all the students who were looking down at me. Once again, I'm sure the boys were looking at my chest. Apparently, I had missed catching the ball, but the back of my head caught it just fine.
A 17 year old boy leaned over, scooped me up like a child and put me in a chair. I had a concussion and had to go home. My first day of substitute teaching and I didn't even make it through 1st period.