Substitute Teachers

My take on this subject is clearly different than the reviewers on here.
I need one because, well, sometimes I am not at work.
Half of the time they either:
1)Don’t show up
2)Cancel on me an hour before school starts. This happens quite a bit. Even when you request one months in advance and they «pick up the job» months in advance.
^That is assuming you actually find someone to be a sub. It can be a pain to find one at all.
Good luck getting a sub right before a holiday too. Nope.
So what happens if a substitute cancels or doesn’t show? The person next door will have to cover your class and give up their free time. A substitute teacher that shows up and actually follows the plan you leave for them is gold. You find one that does this, and you call them each time and offer them a job when you are out. You collect a list of said folks.
Isn’t it great that I have to be responsible for work even when I am not at work? There is no day off.
We have a saying in this profession. I am better on my worst day than a sub on his/​her best day. It is true.
Funny observation. As I type this review, there is a check box yes/​no/​not sure for «Good For Kids» at the bottom of the page.

My coolest memory of a substitute teacher was GRADY (Whitman B. Mayo) from SANFORD & SON! While Whitman taught at Clark Atlanta University and ironically succumbed to a heart attack @ Atlanta’s Grady Memorial Hospital, I always thought his stint @ Venetian Hills Elementary in SW Atlanta was super special. Mind you, this was in the early 80s, so he was able to easily move about the school and manage a class in a way that I believe impossible to take place today.

Is Ay-​Ay-​ron present?
Uh actually… its Aaron.
Is Jay-​quil-​lin present?
Uh actually… its Jacqueline.
Is Bah-​lah-​kay present?
Uh actually… its Blake.
** Ghetto substitute teachers are awful **

Man I’m going back into time shaaaaaaaoooooow.
There’s been several substitute teachers during my time in school, that I went crazy over.
Back in school, we had fun with them. Basically mess around with them. But many subs were hella cool and it was free time all the time. They do have it rough so I give it to them for putting up with all of craziness.
Sincerely VD

I’m the girl that always got hit on by the substitutes…
I am not sure why…
I guess I had that certain amount of unfriendliness and cuteness that people just
want to take advantage of…
especially since they were like 80+…
hahaha
or seemed so at the time…

Keep in mind that when you had that sub in high school and you were being an ass, that sub was writing a hit list. Why do you think years later, you lost contact with your friends?
You really think that kid Mike moved to Ohio? Keep sipping that kool-​aid.

Dude, it’s a hell of hard job being a substitute! I have a box full of papers and stuff for when I go substitute teaching in case you don’t have enough to do for the day. Kids with nothing to do… words of doom!
It’s a thankless job, unless the kids like you. Then it’s a thankful job of adoring kid art, which is very sweet :)

Damn me and my poor etiquette… my favorite substitute teacher was Mr. Baruth. I never knew his first name. What a great fill-​in dude. Whatever subject I had on my schedule, there he was bound to be, Mr. Baruth, filling in for the geometry guy, the choir lady, the PE dude, the cafeteria gal, etc. Definitely set and example for adaptability, I think.
My single favorite moment with Mr. Baruth was when he was subbing for the drivers’ training instructor. Since my father taught me the basics of driving on a stick-​shift, I already had a habit of driving with my left hand at the 12 o’clock position. Even when driving automatics, I’d leave my right hand free and errant to do dumb shit with, like playing with the radio, fixing my mascara, eating fast food, etc. Mr. Baruth corrected this behavior. He pulled out a telescoping pointer, flicking it out to its full length like one of them ASP police batons, and cracked me across the knuckles, with a stern, «No pimp-​steering allowed.»
Getting little bit o’chicken skin as I recall this… goosebumps.
Discipline with pain AND a life lesson? Gimme more!
That was over 25 years ago, and he’s still da man.

Back in my Berkeley High days we had a sub… who’s name I forgot because it was Berkeley High, and I was high… but it was always great to see him subbing. He would start with good intentions and try to teach us something, but inveriably, someone would ask him about the time that he was abducted by aliens who probed his anus. He could talk about that forever, and we loved hearing about his adventure…