Well, you might think I'd have an interminable post about my first day taking over Mr. C's class, but it really wasn't any different than any other time I subbed at Prestigious. Well, a little different, in that I have to think a bit more long-term now and stay after school to rearrange things and prepare, but no biggie.
We did English and Math and made little paper George Washingtons and colored pictures in the style of Edgar Degas and so forth. I called Mr. C after school and asked a few questions about routine.
One kid came in crying because he missed Mr. C, but he cheered right up after a few minutes. I left his mother a voice mail and she emailed me back saying he "came home with a smile on his face" and that they were happy I was in the room. Of course, kids are protean --- he might come in crying again tomorrow.
Eh, I don't really have anything. Tired, though. And, outside of work, feeling bleak and futile. Insight, perhaps, in another post.