| Have you ever thought about how it’s easier to be a teacher than
a student? I made the mistake of voicing that opinion to my
teacher, Mrs. Nietchew, and she suggested we switch for a
day. “How about you switch with all your teachers?” she said. So that’s what I did. I was very excited about saying a few words in class, putting the kids to work and then eating snacks in the teachers’ lounge. I’d never seen the inside, but I imagined it had pingpong tables, a big-screen TV and an indoor pool. Turns out it didn’t have any of those things. This was my day:
First period — history: I tried to teach, but the kids
had lots of questions I couldn’t answer.
Second period — English: I didn’t actually teach anything because I spent the whole period saying things like, “Settle down!” and “Stop wading in the fish tank!”
Third period — wood shop: Word to the wise: Don’t wear a tie around a band saw. I created a new fashion — the half tie.
Fourth period — lunch: It seemed I would finally get to see the teachers’ lounge! Unfortunately, Mrs. Nietchew brought in an enormous stack of papers for me to grade. I guess I brought my swimsuit for nothing.
Fifth period — gym: I got to blow the whistle, which was fun. But I kept getting hit by misguided dodgeballs. (At least, I think they were misguided.)
Sixth period — math: I was so tired that I fell asleep on the desk before class started. I slept until . . .
Seventh period — biology: I weakly asked for help, and the real teacher mercifully took over. In return I’m writing a report about how hard it is to be a teacher and how much we should appreciate them. Let’s just say I’ll never complain about a pop quiz again! —A.J. Out! |
