Posted in Flashback And Memoir, Just Sayin'

Opportunities

 

Years ago we thought

A Substitute Teacher meant free class

At school

No rules were followed at least we tried not to

Students spoke out of turn, never crude

Wanted to get out of schoolwork as a rule

 

Well I didn’t exactly under fear of what my parents would do to me if I were taken to the principal’s office for committing such an offense, but that didn’t stop anyone else. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing quite honestly as I sat, a giddy terror taking hold way back in the day. They’d eventually settle down and listen anyway.

 

Continuing on…

 

This hasn’t changed over time when a teacher is new

Who started it?

I wonder and have wondered why

 

I’m here now

Sub for the day

Appalled at what’s before my eyes

 

And ears for that matter

 

Anarchy arises

As students scoff, interrupt and mock

Undaunted I continue what the teacher expects

 

One rags on my hair counting its grays

A boy says “you’ll get old too”

“But I won’t look like that” she sneerily retorts

 

Am I not standing here

 

Rude wouldn’t you say?

But I pause the film and ask questions anyway

“Can we get on with it” another bitingly chimes in

 

Holding back a shudder I sigh

Won’t let fatigue take hold

Though badgered I be

 

Curling up on the desk to sleep would be worse

 

I speak to those who listen

Those precious few

Now there’s schoolwork to do

 

Packets to fill

“Please work on your own

It’s what your teacher says”

 

Dissed and dismissed

They do what they want

Redirect though I must

 

It’s to no avail

Administrators come with Pretense their support

Favorite students acting up you see

 

They don’t behave like this normally debatable philosophy

 

I’m left in a quandary that I don’t know

I find out soon enough

All responsibility falls on me

 

Though I’ve followed example set by other teachers I’ve seen

There are other schools to teach fortunately

But the outcome weighs, won’t leave

 

Heartsick I move on

They’re raising terrorists here

Don’t they realize action’s truth

 

The next generation of looters

When the lights fail

Yet they look the other way

 

Under protection’s guise

I fear the students knew

With what they’d get away

 

And what about the sub

Being reduced insignificant

Turned for the worse vocation’s risk

 

Let’s go back to those days

Of giddy terror of innocent misbehave

A reverence for life that’s not thrown away