Today I felt sorry for a teacher.
A substitute one, that is.
I thought I would end up hating her ("Greg", my classmates had told me, "you're gonna loooove this teacher). Urg. Ominous.
You see, she's that smiley, slightly aged, blonde kind. You know. The one with the absurdly happy voice, that strides in with a bounce; the one that thinks that "you're all awesome". But I don't think this one was faking it; I really think she's like that. Seriously
One thing about our classroom: despite all appearances, it has a very highly evolved sense of irony.
Really. Nobody could stop laughing. There wasn't even anything truly funny, or embarassing, all she was really doing was being there. And here's why I think her personality's a genuine one: we were all giggling our asses off, and for the life of her, she could not figure out why.