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Sorry for your stressful day, Miss Purl. I take it you’re studying Special Ed (which I’m sure is not what it’s called anymore…). (You’re still in school, right?) I admire people who are able to cope with kids who need special attention. My ability to do so is limited.
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I’m not studying special ed. The money for subbing is just really good compared to other non-full time jobs in the area; I usually make a little under a hundred dollars for an eight-hour day. And I do like it, Noone, though I feel badly for the kids because they have to put up with me going, “The schedule the office gave me is so wrong! Where are you supposed to be?” They are very patient with me.
Amusing story yesterday: The little boy I work with in the mornings occasionally needs to go on a walk in the halls to calm down, so we were on a tour of the hallways, when we pass my mom (who is a lunch lady) and one of her co-workers leaving the break room after eating lunch. We stop to say hello, because he likes the cooks and they like him. Mom is holding a cookie and a can of pop in one hand, and as she’s saying, “Hello, LB. How are you today?”, he shouts, “Cookie!” and grabs it from her hand. He takes a huge bite out of it and is feeling very smug about his handiwork – he has this smile that clearly says that he’s pulled on over on us. The first thing that comes out of my mouth in a horrified tone is, “LB! That’s my mom’s cookie!” Mom, loving mother that she is, breaks down laughing at me. Her co-worker ends up running down the hallway so I can’t see her laughing fit to die.
I took the cookie away from him, and all the way back to the classroom, he kept saying, “You took my cookie. My cookie!” Yeah, right, kid. That cookie was stolen property.
Compared to the other aide that got threated with a wooden spoon yesterday, my day was easy-peasy.
I went to bed about ten minutes after I made my last post, and woke up at 4 AM. Christ! I saw the alarm clock, rolled over, and drowsed until around six, when I heard my parents getting ready for work, so I got out of bed, had a cup of coffee with my mom, and watched the cat do his usual morning acrobatics. Now I am eating breakfast, which frozen pizza. I maintain this is not an odd choice, because I slept through dinner last night.