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I am chilling here. waiting for miss reece to call me so i can go over there and watch muholland drive. So in the meantime i will entertain you about what i did today. I subbed for a science class. earth science again. it wasn't as cool as yesterday's earth science. I felt like a dick b/c i made these kids do all this work. seriously i was in disbelief about how much work they had to do so i let them work in groups; even though the teacher told me not too. they still didnt' get it all done they had 2 long worksheets left. fuck that teacher. she's a bitch. I didn't have a planning block either.
1-3 blocks were pretty good/fun. 1st block especially b/c i had like 3 girls hitting on me the whole time. 4th bell was fucking horrible. I almost wrote this black girl up b/c she thought the world deserved to give her something b/c she was a minority. sorry if that doesn't sound too PC, but whatever. She just blatently walked out of the classroom and i went out to the hall and this was the conversation (her name was shacora)
Me:what do you think you are doing?
shacora: yo dat's mah sista
me: so what's your point, you can't just walk out with telling me.
shacora: why not. . .but dat's mah sista
me: yea, you told me already
shacora: dat's mah sista, I need ta talk ta her.
me: just go inside and sit down
(the door was open because it was hot in the class and evidently they heard me arguing with her. . .as she walks back in all the "oooooooooo's" commence from this freshman class)
she continues to talk to the person b/c the door was open and so i walked over and shut the door on this other girls face.
shacora: yo i can still see her thru da window.
me: are you seriously trying to piss me off. i don't wanna hear from you again or i'll write you up.
And then she was quite for the rest of the bell.
Then later this annoying kid with a twizted shirt (or was it ICP? i am not sure) decided to pick the blue stuff off the wall and throw it at people. and this was the conversation.
Me: ummmmm what are you doing.
Twizted: nothing
Me: you don't have to lie to me, i'm not an idiot
Twizted: i'm not
(all of a sudden the class got real quiet)
Me: dude come on. all you have to say is 'i was being immature and i thought i was in 6th grade still because I am throwing stuff at people'
(laughter in the background)
Twizted: are you trying to joke on me?
Me: No way man. I understand why you were doing it. Everyone knows the guys that throw things in the classroom get all the girls. Watch i'll prove it. Attention! ladies in the classroom. can i have a vote please. Girls--who thinks that throwing things at people and showing that you have great accuracy with blue sticky putty is really attractive. . .(oh man this was perfect all these girls played along. . .like 10 raised their hands and the other girls didn't they were the ones not paying attention and doing their work. it was like 3 of them) So see! look at all the girls that like you now that you are being immature. Dude how about you not use sticky putty anymore. Since this is earth science. . .and you learn about rocks. . .how about you use these big rocks over here. Then you will be really cool because then you can stone people instead of just annoying them.
Twizted: are you done yet?
Me: yea i think so. So if you need help with the big stones just let me know. I know you might find it hard to lift since all you have been doing is throwing that blue putty. Your arms won't be able to handle it. So get back to your work and maybe we can work on it when you are done with it.
And then it was over and I think he learned his lesson. All teachers should use my tactics and they would save a lot of paperwork as far as referrals go and it's far better discipline b/c the child is humiliated. it's kind of like when they were spanked a long time ago, but instead of physical abuse it's mental abuse. anyways. sarah where are you?!
until next time in the subbing chronicles. . .
jason.
1-3 blocks were pretty good/fun. 1st block especially b/c i had like 3 girls hitting on me the whole time. 4th bell was fucking horrible. I almost wrote this black girl up b/c she thought the world deserved to give her something b/c she was a minority. sorry if that doesn't sound too PC, but whatever. She just blatently walked out of the classroom and i went out to the hall and this was the conversation (her name was shacora)
Me:what do you think you are doing?
shacora: yo dat's mah sista
me: so what's your point, you can't just walk out with telling me.
shacora: why not. . .but dat's mah sista
me: yea, you told me already
shacora: dat's mah sista, I need ta talk ta her.
me: just go inside and sit down
(the door was open because it was hot in the class and evidently they heard me arguing with her. . .as she walks back in all the "oooooooooo's" commence from this freshman class)
she continues to talk to the person b/c the door was open and so i walked over and shut the door on this other girls face.
shacora: yo i can still see her thru da window.
me: are you seriously trying to piss me off. i don't wanna hear from you again or i'll write you up.
And then she was quite for the rest of the bell.
Then later this annoying kid with a twizted shirt (or was it ICP? i am not sure) decided to pick the blue stuff off the wall and throw it at people. and this was the conversation.
Me: ummmmm what are you doing.
Twizted: nothing
Me: you don't have to lie to me, i'm not an idiot
Twizted: i'm not
(all of a sudden the class got real quiet)
Me: dude come on. all you have to say is 'i was being immature and i thought i was in 6th grade still because I am throwing stuff at people'
(laughter in the background)
Twizted: are you trying to joke on me?
Me: No way man. I understand why you were doing it. Everyone knows the guys that throw things in the classroom get all the girls. Watch i'll prove it. Attention! ladies in the classroom. can i have a vote please. Girls--who thinks that throwing things at people and showing that you have great accuracy with blue sticky putty is really attractive. . .(oh man this was perfect all these girls played along. . .like 10 raised their hands and the other girls didn't they were the ones not paying attention and doing their work. it was like 3 of them) So see! look at all the girls that like you now that you are being immature. Dude how about you not use sticky putty anymore. Since this is earth science. . .and you learn about rocks. . .how about you use these big rocks over here. Then you will be really cool because then you can stone people instead of just annoying them.
Twizted: are you done yet?
Me: yea i think so. So if you need help with the big stones just let me know. I know you might find it hard to lift since all you have been doing is throwing that blue putty. Your arms won't be able to handle it. So get back to your work and maybe we can work on it when you are done with it.
And then it was over and I think he learned his lesson. All teachers should use my tactics and they would save a lot of paperwork as far as referrals go and it's far better discipline b/c the child is humiliated. it's kind of like when they were spanked a long time ago, but instead of physical abuse it's mental abuse. anyways. sarah where are you?!
until next time in the subbing chronicles. . .
jason.