How a 6th Grader Apologizes

I've been subbing now for over a month and, surprisingly, I love it. I was always so afraid to be a sub, but it's not nearly as bad as I expected and it's a great chance to sharpen my classroom management skills. Also, I'm trying to befriend every secretary at every high school so she can keep me posted on any job openings (because this district doesn't actually advertise open positions). Overall, it's a pretty great job and I am much happier than I ever was at my previous employer.

I only sub for high school and middle school, which seems like I'd have plenty of horror stories to share. Honestly, though, the students have all been pretty good, and as long as they're not loud enough for the teacher next door to come over, I'm okay. So far, I've only had to leave two negative notes for the teacher. To me, that's awesome.

Last week, I subbed for a middle school art class. Most of the classes were respectful and easy-going. But there was one class of 6th graders that was unbelievably terrible. I exhausted all levels of punishment left by the teacher and still they continued being awful human beings. By the end of the period, I hated who I was: a cold, mean bitch. I just wanted them gone. And after they left, I wrote a letter to the teacher.

This morning, I checked the mail and received a package from the middle school. I opened it and found 30 handwritten letters of apology to me. Here's some of the best:

"Ms. W always says, "Do they lock you up and make you stay absolutely silent all day long?" The answer is no, we just are apparently disrespectful of subs and teachers during this part of the day."

"I conclude that I am sorry for our bad behaviour and hope that you don't end up quit teaching because of us."

"I would like to apologize on behalf of my classmates. I know it must have been very tiring for you... p.s. I feel I was on task most of the time."

"I'm sorry for my classmates about their rude behavior. I hope that they will be more respectful next time you sub. I was sitting in the front left table. I was the one with blond hair and helped you with the class. Hopefully my classmates will apologize with respect."

"I know that I was talking a little bit and I am very sorry. It's just because I knew all that stuff on clay."

"I'm not sorry for not talking. I am sorry for all my classmates. I was on task."

Now that's awesome.

How I Spent My Fall Break

Or, that week in which I decided to take off work (yes! I'm employed again!) and school.

Last week, Matt and I went down to Arkansas for a family visit. I spent all day Saturday with one of my old roommates, Mel, a lovely new mama. We took her baby, Callie, for a stroll around JBU and introduced her to the buildings and our memories. Walking through the old halls of our dorm with a baby was an interesting experience. Basically, Callie owes her life to JBU because without it Mel wouldn't have met her husband Nate and thus Callie would not have been created. Here, Callie is just bursting with gratitude:

Later, when Matt and Nate returned from the football game, Matt kindly read to Callie the book that he bought her. She really seemed to enjoy it.

Yep, that's a children's book about scabs. We found it at a book outlet, and it's translated from Japan. It says things like, "Can I eat my scabs?" and "This tastes like poop!" For all of you out there looking for that perfect Christmas gift, look no further. You're welcome.

On Monday, I went and stayed with our good friends Seth and Amber. Amber is one of my best friends, and together they're about as awesome and real as it gets. They have been a huge blessing to me over the many years we've been friends. Amber also just had her third kid, bringing the grand total to 3 boys ages 3 and under. So I thought I'd join in on the fun for a week. It was FANTASTIC.

L to R: Isaac, Ian, and Jude. Oh how I miss them crawling all over me. Seriously. When I got married, my sister said in her toast, "This is the happiest day of my life. Until I get married." And to say something similar, I love these kids the most. Until I have my own. Just look at them!

One of my favorite moments with the boys actually involved changing a dirty diaper. After his nap, Jude had one hell of a stinky mess in his pants. I wanted to be tough and not bother Amber with it, so I committed to changing it on my own. Isaac was sitting by me when I undid the diaper, and half-jokingly I said to him, "Woooo-wee, Isaac, I'm going to need some strength from the Lord for this one." And in my best southern voice, I smiled and said, "Help me, Jesus!" which Isaac continued to repeat. After it was over, Isaac and I high-fived and said, "Thank you, Jesus!" The next day, I was again changing Jude's diaper with Ike nearby. It wasn't a bad one, but Isaac ran up to me and leaned on my shoulder and said, "Did Jesus help you again?"

And that's how I spent my most awesome fall break.