Remember the teacher that you hated in school because everything had to be just perfect? Lose points because your name is a centimeter away from where it’s supposed to be on the paper. Lose recess because you put a marker in the bucket upside down. That’s who I had for this one.
I have never gotten the idea that the teacher would somehow hunt me down if she found out I didn’t do something right. Until this day. I mean, how crazy does a teacher have to be for me to get that idea just from the lesson plans? As crazy as her obviously.
The kicker was that she wanted me to grade the math papers. Math is at the end of the day. I’m not supposed to stay late for any reason, so I don’t know where I was supposed to get the time to grade these papers. On top of the fact that if I was a teacher I wouldn’t want a sub grading my student’s papers anyway.
I always leave a note at the end of the day letting them know how the day went. Up to this point I’d also said that I’d love to come back (and that was true every time) and left my number. This teacher got nothing because if I have my way I won’t be back in that classroom ever.