As horrendous as Friday was, that’s how good today was.
For comparison: on Friday, a high school boy looked at me and said, “You’re the cutest sub we’ve ever had!” then winked at me across the room. Not okay. A middle schooler later asked me if I had a black eye. “No, I’m just tired, but thank you….”…..for destroying the last milimeter of self-confidence I possessed for the day. I was drinking wine by 4:30.
Working at Capriola’s assauged my frazzled psyche. Cleaning jewelry cases and vacuuming the staircase calmed me right down. On my lunch break I checked out Mish Mash and Muddle, a consignment store (that’s a five-dollar word for “thrift store”) and scored an imitation leather jacket for $11. This jacket is seriously smokin’ hot. If I wasn’t me, I would so hit on myself.
And then the sixth grade schoolchildren today were absolute dreams to teach. I have no idea why, but I just went with it. They hushed up and listened when I addressed the class, telling their talkative friends to be quiet. They read their history books. They calculated their math problems. They asked me for help. They raised their hands when they wanted to share an answer. They read silently.
During free time, some kids played Go Fish, some played Apples to Apples, and one table played blackjack. I wondered if I should shut down the gambling on school premises, but then thought Shoot, this is Nevada. Blackjack is practically a basic survival skill, like honking your car horn while driving in New York City or shoving the bag of oranges under the front seat and telling the ag inspection station attendant, “No, we don’t have any fruit,” when driving over the California line.
I just made sure they didn’t gamble the rent money and no one had two hands on their cards.
The class was so quiet and studious that I got all caught up on my New York Times reading online. I am now educated on the demise of “marginiality” (writing in the margins of books), lesbians and their sperm donors (yeah, TMI for me, too), female reporters in Egypt (the sexual assaults are horrifying) and the new season of Desperate Housewives: Miami (made me feel much better about myself).
I’m teaching high school art in Wells tomorrow. I have no idea what to expect. With subbing, you just can’t know 🙂