<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638</id><updated>2025-09-25T03:01:06.920-04:00</updated><category term="High School"/><category term="Middle School"/><category term="Science"/><category term="English/Language Arts"/><category term="Social Studies"/><category term="Elementary"/><category term="Art"/><category term="Misc."/><category term="Math"/><category term="Music"/><category term="Gym"/><category term="Long Term Art Teacher"/><category term="Special Education"/><category term="Being a &quot;real&quot; teacher"/><category term="Summer School 2011"/><category term="Business/Technology"/><category term="Spanish"/><category term="Summer School 2013"/><category term="Summer School 2012"/><category term="Health"/><category term="Field Trip"/><category term="Home Economics"/><category term="Industrial Arts/Shop"/><title type='text'>Mr. C Pretends To Be...</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about substitute teaching.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-4830532919942101478</id><published>2014-05-13T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-05-13T13:33:06.238-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Being a &quot;real&quot; teacher"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social Studies"/><title type='text'>Oblivious</title><content type='html'>The following conversation happened today at the end of my 7th grade history class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy&lt;/b&gt;: Mr. C, have you seen Pacific Rim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. C&lt;/b&gt;: Yep, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy&lt;/b&gt;: Pretty awesome, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. C&lt;/b&gt;: Oh yeah, I really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy&lt;/b&gt;: So... you know how that one guy was partnered with his dad? &amp;nbsp;And how they can share memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. C&lt;/b&gt;: &amp;nbsp;Yeah...?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Boy&lt;/b&gt;: Do you think that means he can see the memory of when he was conceived?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mr. C&lt;/b&gt;: ......I&#39;m just going to pretend like you didn&#39;t ask me that.....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4830532919942101478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2014/05/oblivious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/4830532919942101478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/4830532919942101478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2014/05/oblivious.html' title='Oblivious'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-7086081316574873849</id><published>2014-02-18T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2014-02-18T14:40:28.287-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Being a &quot;real&quot; teacher"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Middle School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social Studies"/><title type='text'>On a Roll</title><content type='html'>It has been a few months since I posted. &amp;nbsp;In that time I have not had a single experience like the one described in my &lt;a href=&quot;http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/10/harassed.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;previous entry.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have had a LOT of snow days, though. &amp;nbsp;In fact, today is my 12th snow day. &amp;nbsp;I really feel bad for subs in the area.&lt;br /&gt;
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This past weekend I agreed to chaperon a middle school dance/lock-in. &amp;nbsp;The dance was pretty hilarious; boys along one wall, girls along another. &amp;nbsp;Eventually the high school National Honor Society students putting it on got kids on the dance floor. &amp;nbsp;They held a limbo contest towards the end. &amp;nbsp;I got in line and tried, but fell on my knees on the first attempt. &amp;nbsp;The kids thought it was hilarious. &amp;nbsp;One of my 7th graders filmed it, and I got her to email it to me. &amp;nbsp;The video is awesome because you can hear the girl and her friend narrating. &amp;nbsp;&quot;What is he doing?! &amp;nbsp;Can he even make it?!&quot; &amp;nbsp;I would really like to post the video here, but as it shows dozens of the kids at my school, you&#39;ll have to just take my word on how great it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday I had my first puker. &amp;nbsp;With about 15 minutes left, one of my 7th graders raises his hand and says, &quot;I don&#39;t feel good, I&#39;m really warm. &amp;nbsp;I think I&#39;m gonna be sick.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
And then... he did. &amp;nbsp;All over his books, papers, binder, and desk. &amp;nbsp;Considering the volume, very little of it actually made it to the floor. &lt;br /&gt;
The rest of the class was VERY mature about it. &amp;nbsp;At that time they were all working on a worksheet. &amp;nbsp;There were a lot of quite &quot;eeeww&quot;s, but they kept working. &lt;br /&gt;
I was (and still am) impressed by their level of maturity.&lt;br /&gt;
Later in the day two other teachers asked me about my &quot;morning floorshow.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Apparently word got around.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the year goes on.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7086081316574873849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2014/02/on-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/7086081316574873849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/7086081316574873849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2014/02/on-roll.html' title='On a Roll'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-8174172913376166885</id><published>2013-10-22T21:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-10-22T21:34:54.830-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Being a &quot;real&quot; teacher"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc."/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer School 2011"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer School 2012"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer School 2013"/><title type='text'>Harassed.  </title><content type='html'>Well, I&#39;m still alive. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve been a &quot;real&quot; teacher for about a month and a half, and it hasn&#39;t killed me.&lt;br /&gt;
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What follows below is heavy on dialog. &amp;nbsp;All of mine is in bold.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had a fun experience a couple days ago. &amp;nbsp;As regular readers might recall, I have taught summer school classes the past three summers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Earlier this week I was walking around the local big, blue, box-store, when I noticed one of these students behind me with her mother. &amp;nbsp;I never know what to do in situations like that, so I pretended like I did not see them, and turned a corner. &amp;nbsp;The next aisle over, I heared the student loudly yell,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;No, mom, don&#39;t!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I think, &quot;&lt;b&gt;okay... this should be interesting.&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The mother turned the corner and quickly moved to stand right behind me, not saying anything. &amp;nbsp;This seemed a bit weird, and now I really wasn&#39;t sure what to say or do, so I ignored it and walked further down the aisle. &amp;nbsp;She followed, and stood silently behind me again. &amp;nbsp;Now I turned and asked,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;&lt;b&gt;Hi, can I help you?&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Do you know who I am?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;&lt;b&gt;Well, I saw you with [student], so you must be with her?&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Yes, I&#39;m her mother, and I&#39;m also black.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I did not respond to this. &amp;nbsp;At first I wasn&#39;t sure that I had heard her correctly, or even where she was going with the statement. &amp;nbsp;After a few seconds of silence she continued,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You kicked my daughter out of your class because she is black.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;&lt;b&gt;I did ask her to leave my classroom. &amp;nbsp;She wasn&#39;t registered in any of my classes.&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You let other kids stay in the room&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;&lt;b&gt;At first I let my kids have guests in my room. &amp;nbsp;They couldn&#39;t handle it, so I revoked the privilege. &amp;nbsp;After that, I kicked a lot of kids out of my room.&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You&#39;re a liar.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;&lt;b&gt;Okay... what would you like to achieve here?&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I want you to understand that not everyone has to live by your petty, elitist &amp;nbsp;little rules, and you&#39;re not king of the world. &amp;nbsp;I also want you to know what it feels like to be humiliated and singled out, like you made my daughter feel.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;&lt;b&gt;...alright. &amp;nbsp;Well, it was nice meeting you.&lt;/b&gt;&quot; &amp;nbsp;And with this I turned and walked away from her. &amp;nbsp;It turned out she wasn&#39;t done though. &amp;nbsp;As I walked away, she followed me while singing at top volume, &quot;this guy harassed my &amp;nbsp;daughter! &amp;nbsp;This guy harassed my teenage, high school daughter! &amp;nbsp;This guy hates black people!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, what do you do in a situation like this? &amp;nbsp;I thought about calling the police, but what good would that have really done? &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t want to escalate this, or take up any more of my time. &amp;nbsp;I also couldn&#39;t imagine that she would stick around long enough for the police to be any real help anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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I decided to call my mentor teacher. &amp;nbsp;She&#39;s someone who&#39;s always been able to give advice/suggestions when it comes to academic related stuff. &amp;nbsp;I figured she might have some words of wisdom. &amp;nbsp;As I pulled my phone out to dial, the woman chides,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I think the number you&#39;re looking for is 911. &amp;nbsp;Maybe the police can help make this &#39;scary black lady&#39; go away.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I ignored her and dialed. &amp;nbsp;By the time she picked up, the woman had ran away. &amp;nbsp;Once I explained what had happened, she assured me it was a &quot;once in a lifetime experience.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I told my administrator at the alternative ed school about this, he told me I should have filmed her and put it on YouTube. &amp;nbsp;Maybe if this sort of thing ever happens again, I&#39;ll think to do that. &amp;nbsp;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Probably not.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8174172913376166885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/10/harassed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/8174172913376166885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/8174172913376166885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/10/harassed.html' title='Harassed.  '/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-8731546176508184694</id><published>2013-09-17T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-09-17T11:27:10.955-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Being a &quot;real&quot; teacher"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Middle School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc."/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social Studies"/><title type='text'>Enlightened.  </title><content type='html'>For a while I forgot this blog existed. &amp;nbsp;My previous post was just over a month ago, but it feels like a lot more time has passed.&lt;br /&gt;
As I discussed in previous posts, I&#39;ve accepted a full-time teaching job. &amp;nbsp;We&#39;re on week three of school.&lt;br /&gt;
Periods 1,2,3 I teach 7th grade history. &lt;br /&gt;
4,5,6 I drive down to the alternative ed. school to teach English.&lt;br /&gt;
7th hour I drive back to teach high school current events.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I&#39;m out of school sick today. &amp;nbsp;I went in yesterday with what I thought was just a minor cold, something I could just muscle through. &amp;nbsp;Without going into detail, things got much worse as the day went on. &amp;nbsp;Come 7th hour, I was more focused on seeing a doctor than getting things around for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
When I got home, I posted for a sub. &amp;nbsp;Someone I don&#39;t know, teaching my kids? &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s a bit nerve wracking. &lt;br /&gt;
Because this was last minute, I had to completely re-do my lesson plans for the day. &amp;nbsp;With that said, though, I think I wrote pretty good sub plans. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve got a pretty good idea what subs want to know to make their lives easier.&lt;br /&gt;
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I cannot wait to see how things went.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve got another sub coming in on Friday because I&#39;ll be out of town for a conference. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8731546176508184694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/09/enlightened.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/8731546176508184694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/8731546176508184694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/09/enlightened.html' title='Enlightened.  '/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-56316402225833215</id><published>2013-08-12T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-09-17T11:27:35.211-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Being a &quot;real&quot; teacher"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social Studies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer School 2013"/><title type='text'>A &quot;Real&quot; Teacher (Summer 2013 - Part 3)</title><content type='html'>Session 2 of summer school is well underway.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve got 14 American History B students, and one World History student. &amp;nbsp;This is a much smaller and more manageable group than session 1.&lt;br /&gt;
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Recently I overheard two girls arguing about which of them was &quot;more redneck.&quot; &amp;nbsp;The deciding factor ultimately balanced upon which of the two hated tofu more.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not sure which of them won, but I fear society as a whole may have lost.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/56316402225833215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/08/a-real-teacher-summer-2013-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/56316402225833215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/56316402225833215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/08/a-real-teacher-summer-2013-part-3.html' title='A &quot;Real&quot; Teacher (Summer 2013 - Part 3)'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-1889414115927668396</id><published>2013-07-29T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-07-29T16:45:36.353-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc."/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social Studies"/><title type='text'>Employed Full-Time</title><content type='html'>It finally happened.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve accepted a full-time teaching position. &amp;nbsp;It is in a small, rural district. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve subbed there a LOT, and many of the postings in this blog have come from there. &amp;nbsp;I completed a couple long-term subbing assignments there, &lt;a href=&quot;http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/search/label/Long%20Term%20Art%20Teacher&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;including the art position that I blogged about.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
I feel as if I know the school&#39;s culture well, along with much of the staff. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m much more excited about working in this district than I would be elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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I believe I will be teaching three blocks of 7th grade social studies, one &quot;to-be-determined&quot; social studies elective, and two blocks of alternative ed. &amp;nbsp;I go in on Thursday to fill out paperwork. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m hoping that I&#39;ll know more then.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll still be teaching the last session of summer school starting August 5th, until August 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not sure what direction my blog will take after that. &amp;nbsp;I might take this one in a new direction, or I might start something new. &amp;nbsp;I guess we&#39;ll see.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1889414115927668396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/07/employed-full-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/1889414115927668396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/1889414115927668396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/07/employed-full-time.html' title='Employed Full-Time'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-4600195074235373269</id><published>2013-07-01T10:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-09-17T11:28:11.354-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Being a &quot;real&quot; teacher"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social Studies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer School 2013"/><title type='text'>a &quot;Real&quot; Teacher (Summer 2013 - Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Session 1 of summer school, 2013 has ended. &lt;br /&gt;
This is my third summer teaching in this program, and this has been, by far, the most challenging session yet. &amp;nbsp;I had never encountered such a large percentage of students who absolutely refused to participate in the class in any way (meaningful or otherwise).&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily for them (and me?) most of them decided to get their head in the game the last couple days, once they realized that if they didn&#39;t, they would fail my class, and have to either retake American History during the regular year, or take it in summer 2014. &lt;br /&gt;
A couple days before the end of the session, I put together lists of missing assignments for all of my students. This prompted the following exchange with one student, who had an exceptionally long list.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Student:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What is this? &amp;nbsp;You expect me to do all this in two days?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mr. C: &lt;/b&gt;No. &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;had expected you to do all this over the past two and a half weeks.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
On Friday, when I finally got all my grades in, I found that most of the students I was most worried about had managed to squeak by in the low 60% range. &amp;nbsp;Only two failed, both in the 20% range.&lt;br /&gt;
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When session 2 starts up again in August I&#39;ll be teaching the second half of American History to a much smaller group. &amp;nbsp;There are several familiar names on the roster, but not many. &amp;nbsp;We&#39;ll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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On a completely unrelated note, if you&#39;re interested in teaching related blogs, check out one that a friend of mine recently started. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2012/11/a-high-school-english-teacher.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;I quoted him once before, when he was living and subbing in Alaska.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Today he is teaching in South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;
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I suggest starting with his introductory entry,&lt;a href=&quot;http://whatdidisignupfor.wordpress.com/2013/06/08/a-long-time-coming/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; A Long Time Coming.&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4600195074235373269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-real-teacher-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/4600195074235373269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/4600195074235373269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-real-teacher-2.html' title='a &quot;Real&quot; Teacher (Summer 2013 - Part 2)'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-9207359102197171385</id><published>2013-06-19T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-09-17T11:28:26.304-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Being a &quot;real&quot; teacher"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social Studies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer School 2013"/><title type='text'>A &quot;Real&quot; Teacher (Summer 2013 - Part 1)</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m teaching summer school again this year. &amp;nbsp;It is my third year teaching in a credit-recovery program. &amp;nbsp;These kids are with me because they failed their class the first time around.&lt;br /&gt;
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My class is MUCH larger than in the past. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve got 24 American history students, and 1 world history student. &amp;nbsp;In the past I&#39;ve had not more than 12 kids at a time, though at least right now I&#39;ve only got two classes happening, instead of four. &lt;br /&gt;
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With a group this size, all taking the same subject, I feel like I should be able to treat this as a &quot;normal&quot; class. However, I discovered very quickly that such a tactic does not work. &amp;nbsp;Those 24 kids are with me because they failed American history for first time around. &amp;nbsp;I have to keep reminding myself that I&#39;ve got EXCLUSIVELY the kids that &quot;don&#39;t want to be there.&quot; &amp;nbsp;This session started Thursday of last week, and every day I&#39;ve had to remind students about what&#39;s at stake.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love teaching American history. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s fun, interesting, and (frankly) really easy to make relevant. &amp;nbsp;However, with this group, I find myself just telling them, &quot;if you fail with me, you&#39;ll have to do it again, for an entire semester.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Enough seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I had a student eat three grease-bomb breakfast sandwiches during our first morning break. &amp;nbsp;He bragged loudly about it at first, but it didn&#39;t take long for him to turn white and sit quietly holding his stomach. &amp;nbsp;When I asked what was up, he said he felt really sick. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t have any pity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Later, while in the hallway during a break...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Random Girl:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Oh God, I&#39;m gonna have to pee like a banshee after all that coffee.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/9207359102197171385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-real-teacher.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/9207359102197171385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/9207359102197171385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-real-teacher.html' title='A &quot;Real&quot; Teacher (Summer 2013 - Part 1)'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-933464940921784155</id><published>2013-06-05T20:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-06-05T20:12:25.015-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Math"/><title type='text'>A Math Teacher</title><content type='html'>The following conversation happened in math class today.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Student 1&lt;/b&gt;: Hey, what&#39;s the square-root of 64?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mr. C:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uh... *looking around for a calculator* I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Student 2: &lt;/b&gt;Eight.&amp;nbsp;*said very casually, without looking away from something else she was doing*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mr. C: &lt;/b&gt;Go with eight. &amp;nbsp;She seems very confident in her answer.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/933464940921784155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-math-teacher.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/933464940921784155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/933464940921784155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-math-teacher.html' title='A Math Teacher'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-8789981501158771506</id><published>2013-05-28T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-28T22:00:52.043-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Science"/><title type='text'>A Biology Teacher</title><content type='html'>I &quot;taught&quot; high school biology today.&lt;br /&gt;
This mostly consisted of showing movies.&lt;br /&gt;
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I found these adorable little guys sitting on a table in the back of the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a school that I have subbed at many, many times, including a couple long-term jobs.&amp;nbsp; This year&#39;s Seniors were Freshmen when I first started working there.&amp;nbsp; This is the first time I&#39;ve ever really been able to see a class through their entire high school career (even if I wasn&#39;t there every day).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Knowing that Friday would be their last day, I decided weeks ago that I would not accept any other jobs for that day. A early last week I started to notice a LOT of job openings.&amp;nbsp; One school had 10 posted positions for Friday.&amp;nbsp; I began hearing teachers complaints at other schools about how their posted jobs were not being taken.&amp;nbsp; I felt reasonably confident that if I did not get into my school of choice, I would easily be able to land a job elsewhere. &amp;nbsp;There were so many jobs that the staffing agency I work for sent out a mass email telling all their employees to &quot;please make yourselves available&quot; to work on Friday. &amp;nbsp;That&#39;s something I&#39;d never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;
Thursday morning I accepted a job at [City Withheld] High School.&lt;br /&gt;
When I arrived, I discovered a couple major things. &amp;nbsp;First, the teacher I was subbing for was actually around and in her classroom all morning, and only needed a sub for the afternoon. &amp;nbsp;It was unclear why the job had been posted for a full day. &amp;nbsp;Second, a posted job for a different teacher had gone unfilled. &amp;nbsp;This kept me very busy all day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why was Friday such a popular day for teachers to skip?&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, one of the Seniors gave me a Senior-photo. &amp;nbsp;I felt special.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3959017771131745435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/05/in-demand.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/3959017771131745435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/3959017771131745435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/05/in-demand.html' title='In Demand'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-4604802334965653811</id><published>2013-05-14T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-14T20:19:12.770-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gym"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Middle School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social Studies"/><title type='text'>A History/P.E. Teacher</title><content type='html'>I subbed today for a Social Studies/Gym teacher.&lt;br /&gt;
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Most of my gym classes today played soccer. &amp;nbsp;I guess this was injury day. &amp;nbsp;One girl pulled a muscle in her leg. &amp;nbsp;One girl twisted her ankle. &amp;nbsp;Two boys tried to catch the ball with their face. &amp;nbsp;Luckily there was no blood or broken limbs.&lt;br /&gt;
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The seventh grade history class had an awesome assignment. &amp;nbsp;They were given a fictional report on a 4000 year old&amp;nbsp;archaeological&amp;nbsp;dig site. &amp;nbsp;They had to draw pictures of all the items described in the report, and suggest how the items may have been used. &amp;nbsp;Once they finished, I gave them a picture of the dig site. &amp;nbsp;It turned out that the scene they read about was a modern motel bathroom, where someone had died in the bathtub. &lt;br /&gt;
I thought the assignment was fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4604802334965653811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-historype-teacher.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/4604802334965653811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/4604802334965653811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-historype-teacher.html' title='A History/P.E. Teacher'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyprurRVZCQu2nOuGh2zlZ-_d-xDO2SNWUc4AfHHB9qsMXrxistHSnFMFKahBA54qLhs_N3YN4kWepyxwL42OjDg2esdjYkI_kAC9TGnvqoKW8GHgi41R7-wpVV9xEug1G_BQYoB0DlNk/s72-c/MotelOfMysteries10.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-6937890177348430843</id><published>2013-04-30T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-30T21:54:44.365-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English/Language Arts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><title type='text'>A 12th Grade English Teacher</title><content type='html'>I subbed today in a senior English class.&lt;br /&gt;
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We watched &lt;i&gt;Mary Shelley&#39;s Frankenstein&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;At the same time, there was a strong thunderstorm going on. &amp;nbsp;On more than one occasion, a climatic scene in the film was punctuated by a &lt;b&gt;BOOM &lt;/b&gt;from outside. &amp;nbsp;It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, apparently this is &quot;Teacher Appreciation Week.&quot; &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t think teachers were EVER appreciated. &amp;nbsp;They had pizza in the break room for the staff. &amp;nbsp;Usually I won&#39;t eat the &quot;for staff&quot; munchies, but there were only five of us in the break room, and there was something like 4 large pizzas. &amp;nbsp;It was much better than the lunch I had brought with me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6937890177348430843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-12th-grade-english-teacher.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/6937890177348430843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/6937890177348430843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-12th-grade-english-teacher.html' title='A 12th Grade English Teacher'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-6509046958557603478</id><published>2013-04-11T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-11T22:27:24.140-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Business/Technology"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><title type='text'>A Business Education Teacher</title><content type='html'>I subbed in a business/computer class the other day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Computer classes might just be the single most boring class to sub for, especially when the kids are good. &amp;nbsp;All day the kids sat silently and typed away. &lt;br /&gt;
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In fact, this may have been the most interesting part of the day...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Student:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Hey, is this vocab sheet double-sided?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mr. C:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*picks up his copy and flips it over, showing a blank side* &quot;Nope.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Student: &lt;/b&gt;&quot;Oh, I guess I could have done that.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6509046958557603478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-business-education-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/6509046958557603478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/6509046958557603478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-business-education-teacher.html' title='A Business Education Teacher'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-2044300865168164768</id><published>2013-04-11T01:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-11T01:36:44.405-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc."/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Social Studies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Special Education"/><title type='text'>A US History Teacher and a Special Ed Teacher (plus a BONUS rant!)</title><content type='html'>Today was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;
I excepted a job posting to teach high school US History. &amp;nbsp;When I arrived at the school this morning, I found out that, despite what the job posting said, I was only getting a half day&#39;s work (and pay). &lt;br /&gt;Something similar to this happened a month so ago in this same district. &amp;nbsp;I had planned on&amp;nbsp;registering&amp;nbsp;a very firm complaint about this at the end of the assignment. &amp;nbsp;Before that could happen, though, I was asked if I could fill in the rest of the day for another teacher, who&#39;s sub had not shown up. &amp;nbsp;I was told that if I accepted I would be paid for two half days, rather than one half day.&lt;br /&gt;
I probably should have complained anyway, on principle, but by the end of the day I just wanted out of the building.&lt;br /&gt;
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The second half of the day was spent with a special education class. &amp;nbsp;I had a lunch period&amp;nbsp;separating&amp;nbsp;the two parts of my day, and I ate in the special ed room so that I could go over the lesson plans. &amp;nbsp;The remaining two class periods of the day were rather vague. &amp;nbsp;They simply talked about taking the kids to the library, with no mention of what they were supposed to do. &lt;br /&gt;
Near the end of lunch another teacher came in, asking if I knew about the trip to the library. &amp;nbsp;I told him that I had seen it mentioned, but no specifics were given. &amp;nbsp;At this point he explained that my class was meeting up with two other special ed classes, and they were all taking a public bus across town to the public library.&lt;br /&gt;
The trip was really very easy. &amp;nbsp;I was told that the teachers usually just spread out around the building and read, trying to set a &quot;good example&quot; for the students, who pretty much just screw around the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;
We returned to school with about 25 minutes left in the day. &amp;nbsp;The kids were wound up pretty high, and I was not left with any material to fit the situation. &amp;nbsp;I told them to &quot;sit and read quietly.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Most did, the rest sat and talked, thinking I couldn&#39;t hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, here&#39;s my question to all you other subs out there...&lt;br /&gt;If you accepted an assignment online which was posted as being an entire day (at a full-day&#39;s pay), and when you arrived you were told that the assignment was only a half day... would you be upset? &amp;nbsp;Would you feel cheated? &amp;nbsp;Am I being melodramatic? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I won&#39;t accept partial day assignments unless it is the day of, and there are no full-day assignments&amp;nbsp;available. &amp;nbsp;I feel like the district is cheating me - a &quot;bait and switch&quot; sort of deal.&lt;br /&gt;
As I said, I had a similar problem with this district a while back. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t write about it, and I probably never will. &amp;nbsp;I usually try to keep the material here positive and funny (or at least light-hearted).&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say, I was under the impression that the district understood why posting jobs incorrectly (in regard to the pay scale) was not in their best interest. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2044300865168164768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-us-history-teacher-and-special-ed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/2044300865168164768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/2044300865168164768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-us-history-teacher-and-special-ed.html' title='A US History Teacher and a Special Ed Teacher (plus a BONUS rant!)'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-8008878386024382234</id><published>2013-03-26T23:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-03-26T23:44:44.573-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Middle School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><title type='text'>A Pretend 7th Grade Band Teacher</title><content type='html'>I subbed for a middle school math teacher today. &amp;nbsp;However, during what would have been my prep hour, I had to cover for a middle school band class.&lt;br /&gt;
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The whole class period involved the kids watching the Original Star Trek episode, The Return of the Archons. &amp;nbsp; They even had a worksheet to fill out as they watched!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know how this fits into the&amp;nbsp;curriculum&amp;nbsp;for a music class... but that&#39;s not for me to understand. &amp;nbsp;I just follow directions.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first day I was in a very large class being co-taught with another gym teacher. &amp;nbsp;She was there that day, so I just needed to supervise. &amp;nbsp;The class was having a badminton&amp;nbsp;tournament. &amp;nbsp;About 15 minutes in the other teacher asked me if I wanted to be her partner against a pair of students with no one else to play. &amp;nbsp;I agreed, and quickly discovered two things. &amp;nbsp;1) I am HORRIBLE at badminton (though the teacher and the students were cool about it.... going so far as to let me re-serve shots when I missed the shuttlecock&amp;nbsp;entirely)&amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;2) Badminton is a surprisingly athletic game, and wearing a button-down shirt and tie while playing is a very bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;
On a side note, the other teacher and I DID end up winning a very close game. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m pretty sure if I hadn&#39;t been given an unofficial handicap we would have lost. &amp;nbsp;Also, she nailed a kid directly in the eye with a shuttlecock, then laughed at him once she realized he hadn&#39;t lost any vision.&lt;br /&gt;
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The second day was a much smaller gym class, and the students were playing Pickle Ball, and I also joined in on a game the last 10 minutes of class. &amp;nbsp;Despite all&amp;nbsp;appearances&amp;nbsp;it was much more difficult than badminton. &amp;nbsp;It was good that the group I was playing with weren&#39;t really keeping score. &amp;nbsp;In fact they were not all that interested in the competitive aspect of the game period.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4498228207898249023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-pretend-gym-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/4498228207898249023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/4498228207898249023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-pretend-gym-teacher.html' title='A Pretend Gym Teacher'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-8691729799294892062</id><published>2013-03-09T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-09T12:06:48.177-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Science"/><title type='text'>A High School Biology Teacher</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I subbed for a high school biology teacher. &amp;nbsp;It was the last day of the trimester, and two of the four class periods were taking an exam.&lt;div&gt;
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About 10 minutes into first period, when all the kids were silently working, the feeder crickets in the back started to chirp. &amp;nbsp;It was so perfectly timed that at first I thought a kid was playing a sound effect from their phone. &amp;nbsp;It was pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;
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Twenty minutes later a chair (which had been put up over night) fell off an unused table in the back. &amp;nbsp;It was very loud, and very unexpected. &amp;nbsp;After a few startled screams, most of the kids started laughing, and saying that the classroom is haunted. &amp;nbsp;A few others started saying that it was a bad sign, and that I should cancel the test.&lt;/div&gt;
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Later in the day, one of the class periods had already taken their exam, so we watched an episode of the BBC documentary series, &lt;i&gt;Planet Earth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8691729799294892062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-high-school-biology-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/8691729799294892062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/8691729799294892062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-high-school-biology-teacher.html' title='A High School Biology Teacher'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-5137693804012231500</id><published>2013-02-26T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-26T17:29:51.467-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Middle School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Science"/><title type='text'>A 7th Grade Science Teacher</title><content type='html'>I picked up a four day block for a local seventh day science teacher. &amp;nbsp;This is very odd, as most teachers/districts will hand-select subs for such a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;
It turned out that the teacher has been gone for the past three weeks, and they&#39;ve had a string of different subs in to cover for her. &amp;nbsp;This has had a very strong impact on the kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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The following conversation manifested without any prior context. &amp;nbsp;In fact, all the other kids were working on an assignment.&lt;br /&gt;
A student walked up to me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Student: &lt;/b&gt;&quot;Hey, you know how they dumped Osama in the ocean?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mr. C: &lt;/b&gt;&quot;Uh...okay...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Student: &lt;/b&gt;&quot;That must make for one messed up Spongebob.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mr. C: &lt;/b&gt;*long pause* &quot;......sit down and get back to work.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5137693804012231500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-7th-grade-science-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/5137693804012231500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/5137693804012231500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-7th-grade-science-teacher.html' title='A 7th Grade Science Teacher'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-7411766854827870853</id><published>2013-02-24T15:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-24T15:05:46.339-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Art"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><title type='text'>A High School Art Teacher</title><content type='html'>I spent 3 days this week as a high school art teacher. &lt;br /&gt;
The teacher&#39;s&amp;nbsp;absence&amp;nbsp;was very sudden and unexpected. &amp;nbsp;I was left with instructions that pretty much consisted of, &quot;keep working on existing projects. &amp;nbsp;If someone finishes, have them start a new project of their choice. &amp;nbsp;If all else fails, have them work on homework.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I managed to keep kids working on artsy stuff for the first two days, but by day three nearly all kids were exclusively working on homework.&lt;br /&gt;
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Friday morning was especially bad. &amp;nbsp;We had a pretty good sized snow storm, but because of the number of snow days already used this year, school was not&amp;nbsp;cancelled. &amp;nbsp;I left home about 15 minutes early, expecting to be slowed down a bit. &amp;nbsp;Twenty minutes out, I knew I wasn&#39;t going to make it on time, so I called the school to let them know. &amp;nbsp;When I finally arrived, 15 minutes after school started, they were happy that I manged to show up at all. &amp;nbsp;Several subs had been scheduled that day, and all but one other had cancelled outright. &lt;br /&gt;
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One student, right before lunch, decided he was going to channel Jackson Pollock. &amp;nbsp;Despite setting up several&amp;nbsp;safety&amp;nbsp;measures to prevent making a mess, he managed to get a few small red drops of paint on the bright white jerseys of several varsity basketball players. &amp;nbsp;Needless to say, the athletes were a little upset. &amp;nbsp;They held themselves in check very well, and the situation did not escalate, but for a few moments I thought there might be real trouble.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7411766854827870853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-high-school-art-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/7411766854827870853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/7411766854827870853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-high-school-art-teacher.html' title='A High School Art Teacher'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-8895434720603034416</id><published>2013-02-09T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-09T12:58:28.232-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Middle School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><title type='text'>A Band Director</title><content type='html'>I recently subbed for a band director. &amp;nbsp;I had both middle school and high school classes.&lt;br /&gt;
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The middle school band got to watch a movie. &amp;nbsp;The picked &lt;i&gt;The Land Before Time&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;A large number of them (mostly boys) laughed loudly when Littlefoot&#39;s Mother died. &amp;nbsp;I know they were just trying to show off how &quot;tough&quot; they are, but it was still disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One high school &quot;Music Appreciation&quot; class picked &lt;i&gt;Star Wars: Return of the Jedi&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;over the other Star Wars movies. &amp;nbsp;This isn&#39;t a choice that I can understand.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started this blog in March 2011. &amp;nbsp;Just recently I passed 10,000 hits. &amp;nbsp;I think that&#39;s pretty good for just shy of two years.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you all!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8895434720603034416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-band-director.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/8895434720603034416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/8895434720603034416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-band-director.html' title='A Band Director'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-4683573028049061165</id><published>2013-02-06T15:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-06T15:09:45.026-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Math"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Middle School"/><title type='text'>A 7th Grade Math Teacher</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I subbed for a seventh grade math teacher.&lt;br /&gt;
There was a student teacher, so I expected the day to be pretty easy. &amp;nbsp;It was still early in her semester, so she was a little green, but over all pretty good. &amp;nbsp;In fact, the only real issue I had was that she never explained who I was.&lt;br /&gt;
Now, just to be clear, I am not trying to &quot;steal her spotlight,&quot; nor am I looking for extra attention. &amp;nbsp;With her Master Teacher gone, it was her time to shine and be a Real Teacher in the eyes of her students. I&#39;ve been there. &amp;nbsp;I get it. &amp;nbsp;However, the concern I had was that I&#39;d only been in the building once before, and the kids didn&#39;t know me. &amp;nbsp;They kept watching me. &amp;nbsp;I heard many whispers of, &quot;who&#39;s that guy?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
A quick, &quot;Mr. Stevenson is gone today, and this is Mr. C subbing for him, but I&#39;ll be teaching today&quot; would have been more than enough to keep my presence from being a distraction.&lt;br /&gt;
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The main teacher showed up during lunch. &amp;nbsp;He kept saying, &quot;I can&#39;t stay,&quot; but he was there the rest of the day. &amp;nbsp;I proctored some tests for him. &amp;nbsp;He didn&#39;t introduce me either. &amp;nbsp;He just told the kids, &quot;go with that guy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Also...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7th Grade Girl: &lt;/b&gt;Do you like Justin Bieber?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mr. C.: &lt;/b&gt;Never met him.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4683573028049061165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-7th-grade-math-teacher.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/4683573028049061165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/4683573028049061165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-7th-grade-math-teacher.html' title='A 7th Grade Math Teacher'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-861009112734065541</id><published>2013-01-08T16:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-01-08T16:41:54.708-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Middle School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Science"/><title type='text'>A 7th Grade Science Teacher</title><content type='html'>I subbed for a seventh grade science teacher the other day. &amp;nbsp;It was my first time in the building, and I&#39;ve only subbed in this district a few times.&lt;br /&gt;
When I checked in, the secretary asked me to trade her my car keys for a classroom key. &amp;nbsp;This was clearly the &quot;norm&quot; for that building, and I handed my keys over. &amp;nbsp;I wasn&#39;t thrilled, though, with the reassurance that my keys were &quot;safe behind the computer monitor.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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The kids themselves were awesome. &amp;nbsp;I had five seventh grade classes, and only one of them caused any sort of problem. &lt;br /&gt;
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We were watching an episode of the BBC documentary series &lt;i&gt;Planet Earth. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I&#39;ve got to say, some of the film work was incredibly impressive. &amp;nbsp;Even the kids appreciated the&amp;nbsp;cinematography.&lt;br /&gt;
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The scene below was one of their favorites. &amp;nbsp;It cuts off a bit earlier than I would like, but it is still pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/861009112734065541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-7th-grade-science-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/861009112734065541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/861009112734065541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-7th-grade-science-teacher.html' title='A 7th Grade Science Teacher'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-9086120513363220072</id><published>2012-12-20T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-20T18:50:33.978-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home Economics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Middle School"/><title type='text'>A Middle School Life Skills Teacher</title><content type='html'>I had a life skills class today. &amp;nbsp;Never heard of a &quot;life skills&quot; class? &amp;nbsp;You might be more familiar with the term, &quot;Home Economics.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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My sixth graders were working on advertisements for fictional products. &amp;nbsp;They had a list of advertisement techniques, and they had to include at least two of them in their project.&lt;br /&gt;
Some of the ads were fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;
One boy was marketing a &quot;snot remover.&quot; &amp;nbsp;I overheard the following conversation between the creator and another boy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Other Boy: &lt;/b&gt;That nose looks stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creator: &lt;/b&gt;It doesn&#39;t matter what the nose looks like, as long as it&#39;s full of boogers!&lt;/blockquote&gt;
The creator also had drawn in Kim Kardashian, and had her quoted as saying, &quot;This is the only booger remover I rely on!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/9086120513363220072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-middle-school-life-skills-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/9086120513363220072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/9086120513363220072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-middle-school-life-skills-teacher.html' title='A Middle School Life Skills Teacher'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8295083867129210638.post-8640610617282262398</id><published>2012-12-12T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-12T16:20:08.213-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High School"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Science"/><title type='text'>A High School Science Teacher</title><content type='html'>I subbed today for a science teacher. &amp;nbsp;I have written about her classroom several times in&lt;a href=&quot;http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2012/11/a-science-teacher.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; the recent past&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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My first class of the morning was anatomy. &amp;nbsp;It was pretty easy. &amp;nbsp;I showed the kids a PowerPoint slide show, featuring&amp;nbsp;labeled&amp;nbsp;diagrams of various muscle groups. &amp;nbsp;Some of the names of the muscles have &quot;weird names&quot; or are difficult to pronounce, which led to a couple interesting comments...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Student 1: &lt;/b&gt;&quot;Sternocleidomastoid? &amp;nbsp;Sounds like a children&#39;s cereal.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Student 2&lt;/b&gt;: &quot;Zygomaticus... that would make a great name for a kid.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mr. C: &lt;/b&gt;&quot;I think that would be cruel.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Student 3: &lt;/b&gt;&quot;His nickname could be Ziggy!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The students in today&#39;s Biology class wanted to have a &quot;party&quot; today at 12:12. &amp;nbsp;I told them there was no way, because they were supposed to take a test. &amp;nbsp;When the minute came, however, I let them stop and give a collective yell of &quot;WOOO!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
After, I made them go straight back to the test. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8640610617282262398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-high-school-science-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/8640610617282262398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8295083867129210638/posts/default/8640610617282262398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrcpretendstobe.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-high-school-science-teacher.html' title='A High School Science Teacher'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10502299967308196626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKBCXovWrwvWlmoQCV-MUEpUCMBMu3gbUcGZuakA4mTsyQ6MKpsdFm_FFeVzelpkhU_hsPkr3RmGMorlfkx0J96w4VxfEi1GXUijQg2geWX2J1uKue3ZZqpIJs4TWHQ/s220/MrC3rdGrade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>