Everybody who's ever said 'they want to be a teacher' has only ever said that before they became a teacher. I come from a family of teachers and somehow I've ended up having a stronger lust for life than any of them. They all now hate children and work about 70 hours a week. I'm also entirely certain that next time someone tells my mum she 'get's a lot of holiday though' she will definitely kill them.
As for a supply teacher, well what chance do they stand, they occasionally turn up to try and tame a class that literally have no idea they even exist. A supply teacher was basically a free pass to be an absolute shitbag for 60 minutes.
It's so bad, that one substitute teacher wrote an account of her day and posted it to Reddit. The harrowing tale reads like this:
The post reads:
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"8:30 Jackson won't stop yelling "peanuts," Janelle has spilt her milk and fruity pebbles everywhere, everyone won't stop laughing, I can see her about to explode. I fear for the safety of these children.
9:15 Dylan has started a dance party in the corner, at first it was just the boys, after Geneva joined, it's taken over half the class.
10:00 The fart noises haven't stopped for 30 minutes. It started with a real fart. I suspect Hugo. Now they're arguing which one of their fake farts would smell worse. It's almost time for specials. I'm scared that once I drop them off I won't find the will to pick them up.
1:00 The decibel level in this room has reached an unhealthy level. I've fashioned ear plugs out of broken crayons. Please let me survive this.
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2:00 The end is in sight. I said the words "free time" and it was as if this room was hit by a bomb.
3:00 They're gone, finally. I spent the second half of my day drafting my letter of resignation. The name Jasmin appears no less than eight times."
I hope she's ok.
Words by Matthew Cooper
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