Substitutes

So, yes. Substitutes.

That's the topic for tonight's 9:53 ramble.

I recently had a substitute in one of my classes - for the last two days. He is a very nice person, and I remember having him as a substitute teacher previously; we bonded then and had a pretty nice conversation about both of our foreign heritages. Not enough of a lasting conversation for him to remember me, though.

I am convinced he is a member of the CIA.

In the beginning of class on the first day this week I had him as a substitute teacher, I asked him for a pass to the bathroom. Now, let's establish that he did not look at the class roster while filling out my pass. Somehow, he managed to write both my first and last name and spell them correctly. Creepy, no? Nonetheless, I adore the man. He is by far the coolest.

There have been multiple occasions when this man has exhibited CIA-esque behavior before, and thus this is not just in my mind. Just last year, he encountered a student - a friend of mine - at the student's place of employment. I believe they had never formally encountered on any other occasion, but this man knew the student's first and last name. He then proceeded to inform the student's manager of how hard of a worker he was and how good of a student he was. ( Prime points for student! :] ) -eerie music plays-

Draw your own conclusions.

Peace, love, and harmony.

Wahoo!

I've been thinking for a long time on how to restart this blog. My previous blogs have been comprised of mainly accounts of my days, and the one I had just before this one was whiny and obnoxious, so, I deleted it. I wanted something monumental to kickstart this one. I came up with nothing significant. At all.

So, I am reverting back to chronicling my days until something exciting happens. Which it might. Soon enough. If I concentrate and click my heels together.

Well, today was somewhat significant, in a sense that I accidentally let something slip in English class. Those of you who know me - I doubt any of you do, and I doubt even more that I have readers - know that my new catchphrase for virtually everything has been "to punch" things. I love that word. Maybe it's the "puh" or the secretive "n", or just the satisfaction I get from a word that has two hard consonant sounds at both the beginning and end. It just appeals to me so.

In English, the class as a whole was making fun of a particular student. We do so religiously, so it wasn't anything new, but my reaction to it was. I can't remember exactly what was said that provoked me to burst, but I asked innocently, "Can we punch him?" I'm afraid my teacher wasn't expecting it, and the friends flanking me on both sides found my comment ridiculously funny, and I inevitably burst into laughter. So hard, I was almost crying. My teacher asked, "Angela, did you just ask if we could punch him?" She also inquired whether she should send me to the school psychiatrist, to which I eagerly replied, "Yes, please do recommend me."

I found that incident quite eventful.

And I also realize that this post sounds a bit pompous... Curses!





Maybe I should punch it...? :3