Teacher, Student

As I suspected I would, I got my first call of the fall to supply teach today. It wasn't the worst day and it wasn't the best day. The morning went swimmingly, but the afternoon classes were a little more rowdy than I could tolerate. One particularly obnoxious young man in the last period showed me a great deal of disrespect, so much so that my only revenge was to leave the regular teacher a note about him and I expect he will visit the school disciplinarian next week. Funnily enough, I had trouble with this same young man last year and visited the disciplinarian with him last winter. He's the only one with whom I have ever had that level of problems, and I didn't realize he was the same fellow until I finally secured his name from the seating chart. Then it all came back to me.

I wish I had a disciplinarian in real life I could send people to who piss me off.

For the record, it's never a good thing when the supply teacher knows your name. After being teacher today, I came home and consoled myself with a couple of chocolate bars who never saw their demise coming.

Tomorrow I switch to being student; my cake decorating course begins in the afternoon.

In the meantime, I am already beginning to worry about the debut of my children's barbershop quartet this weekend. I only have four children who have joined the choir, and I'm not looking forward to seeing the results on Sunday as they debut two pieces at Mass. I am going to climb into bed with a bowl of cereal (healthy today, aren't I?) and watch Gareth Malone's "The Choir" for some much-needed inspiration.