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		<title>Confessions of a Substitute Teacher</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is the first entry to what will hopefully be many annoyed rants about being a Central California substitute teacher. Since I have been riding this roller-coaster for a couple of months now, I thought it would be appropriate to share some of the more memorable stories with the one visitor to this website. You [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="None"></a><a href="None"></a><a href="None"><img class="right size-thumbnail wp-image-48 alignright" title="School is Scary" src="http://varpness.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/schoolhousehaunt.gif" alt="" width="150" height="105" /></a>This is the first entry to what will hopefully be many annoyed rants about being a Central California substitute teacher. Since I have been riding this roller-coaster for a couple of months now, I thought it would be appropriate to share some of the more memorable stories with the one visitor to this website. You know who you are, dad.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">A couple of weeks ago I was teaching at a high school here in town. There were about five or six classes, two of them being honors, one of them sheltered English (or ESL), and a couple of regular classes. The ESL students were so pleasant and provided no trouble, but students from the regular classes were being difficult. This appeared to be a fairly affluent school, which accounted for many of the students&#8217; bratty attitudes.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">One child in particular wasn&#8217;t on the roll sheet, but the other students seemed to know who he was. I probably should have called the office to ask why he wasn&#8217;t on the roster, but instead I just wrote his name down.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">This student was constantly talking with the other students and being disruptive. I told him to put away his iPod and he pretended to do so, but moments later he had it out again. I told him a second time to put it away and that the next time I would confiscate it. He did not comply so I had him hand it over. After class he asked for it back but I told him he would need to pick it up at the office after school.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Flash forward several hours, this student returned to class and I told him again he would have to wait at the office. But instead of going to the office to wait, he returned with two of his friends. Luckily I had already closed and locked the classroom door, but this did not stop him from pounding on the door and shouting for me to come out. I told him through the door that if they did not return to the office immediately that I would call campus security on them. They were waiting at the office when I got there.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The attendance secretary was surprised when the child told her that he was not a real student at the school but he had some arrangement with the regular teacher to sit in on the class. I don&#8217;t know what this arrangement was all about, but it was clearly putting teachers and students at risk, especially when the child had no accountability for his behavior in class.</p>
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