Subbing for Dollars
The call came late last week.
Was I available to sub Monday at The Teenagers’ school?
I was torn.
We could use the income. But their high school?
Do I dare thrust myself onto the heretofore exclusive turf of the almost-eighteen year old and the sixteen year old?
A mother among the dudes and dudettes?
A fifty year old parent, given to occasional outbursts of sick-goose-honking laughter and swine-like snorting, loose among the is-there-any-food-between-my-teeth adolescents?
And what, God forbid, if I’m assigned to cover for one of their teachers?
What to do?
Flashback to last week.
Ah yes. That special feeling when I saw my car’s gas gauge on one eighth of a tank. For the second time. Same infraction, different teenager. That poignant memory of The Teenagers’ verbal love fest to determine the guilty party.
Fortutunately, clarity was only a menopausal moment away.
The look on the sixteen year old’s face that morning when she saw me covering for her consumer ed teacher?
Good for two snorts and a honk.
September 23rd, 2006 at 6:36 pm
Sandy,
Though only one teenager in the family and none at the high school or driver stage (yet), I can only hope to aspire to the level of humor you are able to conjure up on a daily basis when my time comes! I really love your website. You are a gifted writer and I love your take on life’s little pleasures and challenges.
Mary
September 24th, 2006 at 7:44 am
Thankie, Mary! Let the teen times roll. :)
October 16th, 2006 at 8:01 am
Ha! Heck, I would have *loved* for you to teach at my school. Finally, someone who knows her arse from a hole in the ground.
Plus, I know how to get an A. Forget the apple, bring teacher booze. :)
October 16th, 2006 at 8:40 am
Damn right!