You Want Me to What?

I was a school teacher a thousand years ago. Give or take a few hundred years. I earned my degree in elementary and special education, and went to work teaching second grade while my husband finished college. As soon as our first child was born, I learned very quickly that I was not one of those people cut out to be a working mother. I became one of the statistics and left the teaching field.

This is not to say that I wasn't involved in schools. I have volunteered in every classroom my children have had, and have been involved in the PTA the minute the kids started kindergarten. I just haven't been back to teach longer than an hour to do storytelling presentations.

So I was surprised when my daughter's seventh grade Language Arts teacher asked if I would be an emergency sub for her class two days this week. Substitute? ME? Well, technically I was qualified. I have the piece of paper that proves it. But...SEVENTH grade? That's not the same as SECOND.

Perhaps it was to prove I still had it. Perhaps it was to punish myself for past misdeeds. Either way, I said yes. I signed up at the district office yesterday, and tomorrow I pack my little paper lunchsack and go back into the classroom for a whole day.

This is a story waiting to happen. I expect it will be a good story because the anticipation is killing me. I'm dreaming about it- those wonderful anxiety dreams where I'm up in front of the class and have nothing to say, or worse.

To be continued....