Substitutes

March 23, 2009
By Annie Jacobs BRONZE, Massena, New York
Annie Jacobs BRONZE, Massena, New York
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They get called in, half asleep.
And walk into the room full of bugged out eyes.
Oh how immediatley the sarcasm flies.
The whole damn lesson has been despised.
I pitty the sub with and uneasy temper,
because if the job were mine they all would die.
So my dear o' tired sub, please do not fear,
we can laugh silently in sync, across the room.

The author's comments:
These are my feelings for substitute teachers. Sometimes I feel they have the worst job in the world. Ha ha.

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