I might be the only one who can say that.
I love not having homework and not having to deal with irate parents. I love having a class for ninety minutes and knowing that I don’t have to come back if I don’t want to.
Yesterday I was the music teacher. I met the teacher beforehand who was profusely apologetic for having me show a movie which I appreciate; the apology, not the movie (although I really can’t complain about Thor now, can I?).
“You’re in luck,” I said. “I used to be in band. I play some instruments.”
Don’t be too impressed. Once you learn one instrument, it’s pretty easy to pick up more.
The music teacher is hardly ever absent but even so, he collaborates with other music teachers who share his frustration. Where are the substitute teachers who can read music?
I happily played the piano to greet students as they arrived to the band room.
“Are you our substitute teacher?” a student would ask.
I’d look up but keep playing. “Nope, I’m your TA.” They’d walk away confused as I stifled a giggle.
One student said, “I don’t think you’re a TA.”
I stopped playing and looked at him with mock confusion. “You don’t think I’m in high school? What?”
So yay, maybe I’ll get to sub for the music teacher again.