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Just got back to Indiana yesterday...but I'm going back to CA in February for another long-term job in which I will earn 7,200 dollars in 6 weeks. Whoopee. My mother is obsessed with money. I mean, it will be nice and all to get paid so much more than I've ever gotten before, but she really is obsessed. It will be 240 dollars a day, which is only a little less than I was making per two week pay period at BR. I still haven't gotten paid for the long-term I did before x-mas. I won't have any of that money till the end of the month, so once again, I've got about -100 dollars to last three weeks. Looks like I'll be living on my brother's loan money again. At least now I'll be in a position to be able to pay him back.
I already miss my hooligans! I subbed in different classes at the high school on Mon and Tues and both days, hoards of them ran up to me on breaks to tell me what an ass their regular teacher is and how much they miss me. Also, all of them now call me "G" instead of Ms. Gautney. It's because evidently I am an "original gangsta". Oh, and I'm also "badass", though why this is the case I am not sure. They're all a lot taller than they seem when they're sitting at desks and it's unsettling to be suddenly surrounded by 6-foot tall high school boys. One of the campus supervisors started to come over to see if I was okay, because I guess it looked like they were threatening me. Unfortunately, I don't get to go back into their classes. This next thing is going to be teaching Earth Science to annoying little freshmen. Which is ironic because I have never taken even one earth science course, even in high school. I took the challenge test and passed it so I didn't have to take the course. I was a lot smarter then than I am now. I'm pretty sure it's the pesticides giving me brain fog (har har). It's really exhausting to be such a bitch all day. That, however, is the only way to get them to behave. They are all little shits and it is very different from teaching juniors and seniors.
This whole experience has left me sure of one thing: I would rather be dead in a ditch than teach high school permanently.
I already miss my hooligans! I subbed in different classes at the high school on Mon and Tues and both days, hoards of them ran up to me on breaks to tell me what an ass their regular teacher is and how much they miss me. Also, all of them now call me "G" instead of Ms. Gautney. It's because evidently I am an "original gangsta". Oh, and I'm also "badass", though why this is the case I am not sure. They're all a lot taller than they seem when they're sitting at desks and it's unsettling to be suddenly surrounded by 6-foot tall high school boys. One of the campus supervisors started to come over to see if I was okay, because I guess it looked like they were threatening me. Unfortunately, I don't get to go back into their classes. This next thing is going to be teaching Earth Science to annoying little freshmen. Which is ironic because I have never taken even one earth science course, even in high school. I took the challenge test and passed it so I didn't have to take the course. I was a lot smarter then than I am now. I'm pretty sure it's the pesticides giving me brain fog (har har). It's really exhausting to be such a bitch all day. That, however, is the only way to get them to behave. They are all little shits and it is very different from teaching juniors and seniors.
This whole experience has left me sure of one thing: I would rather be dead in a ditch than teach high school permanently.