The life of a substitute teacher can be tough. Here’s a recent photo submitted to Reddit that outlines the hilarious details of one subs day.
Here’s a transcription if you find it hard to read:
8:30 a.m. 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 a.m. 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 a.m. The fart noises havent 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 p.m. 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.
2:00 p.m. 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 p.m. 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.