Lets go through how awesome I am at work.
A day in the life of the best temporary instructor known to Jorel.
6:25am-wake up.
6:26am-take Nyla (dog) out.
6:32am-get pissed at Nyla for taking so long to piss and poop when I purposely make her wait over 12 hours just to make sure she goes quickly in the morning.
6:35am-give Nyla food.
6:36am-go check my websites.
6:55am-get dressed (I don’t shower. Waste of time in the morning. Plus my beautiful hair looks better matted down.)
7:00am-walk to school.
7:05am-walk through same group of douchebag male high schoolers that always block the fucking sidewalk to act tough. Fags. I bet they skip class and hang out in the same spot after school.
7:06am-find out who I’m subbing for. Today, the subbing coordinator, tells me how last week when I subbed Choir a teacher complained that she found two of my students in her classroom, twice, and finally walked them back to my class, came in, and saw me sitting in the back of the class reading the sports section. Whoops. I tell her that I merely let them go to the bathroom, and they never returned. (Good cover! I use it every time.) Temporary Instructor rules state that I cannot leave the classroom alone to the students under any circumstances. You want to roam the halls? Go for it. You want to go to second lunch? Be my guest. Just don’t get caught. Because I will throw you under the Anton bus like masterbating with soap. Hard, with pain.
7:10am-arrive at my class. Today, I have it easier than normal, which is almost impossible. Instead of baby sitting an entire class of rejects, I have to just proctor one student at a time in a small room. They get 30 minutes to prepare for, supposedly, a very hard IB english oral test, which they take right after. I say supposedly because I never took any hard classes in high school other than honors math, so I don’t know if what they are doing is really that hard. They sure stress out like they’re gonna be whipped at home if they don’t pass. I was put into NHS and AP History due to my grades, and dropped out immediately, much to every one’s dismay. “Anton, Anton, why are you taking the stupid American History? That’s for all the dropouts and losers!” Because I don’t want to read ten fucking books during the summer, all for an sash to wear during graduation, that won’t help me get more money from college anyways. So fuck off. I’m going to coast like Vince Carter in a contract dispute, and there’s nothing you can do about it, because I have talent.
7:30am-begin awesome day of starting timer, reading, stopping timer.
8:00am-repeat.
8:30am-repeat.
In fact, I repeat that shit all the way until 2pm. Then I go home. And I got $100 bucks for that. Your job sucks.
