Thursday, March 9
Back to the Wolves
They greeted me with huzzahs and ovations. The principal, who was subbing for me (it was one of those last minute deals) asked the class, "Is he the sub you were talking about?"
Aw, shucks... or aw, crap?
Turns out, Aw shucks. The kids were fantastic today. Intelligent, diligent, and not delinquent.
I still managed something terribly unprofessional (bringing my Ripken-esque streak to, like, 40 days). Because of the suddenness of today's job, I forgot to grab food. Lunch rolls around, me starving. Me starving bad, me think great unright. So I raided one of the lil darling's earthquake food supply. Hey, I'm a jerk.