I hate those calls. The ones from the District Office. My heart palpitates fast because I know that it means my job is cancelled or switched or something. She rarely calls.
I was supposed to be in 1st grade today and then the call came. "We need you to go to the high school and..." and at that moment my blood rushed in my ears and my palms got sweaty, but she finished the sentence with "and sub in the preschool." Ok. Preschool. Sure. Not the HS. But then the panic came again. PRESCHOOL?!?!? Little munchkins? What am I getting myself into?
A fun day for sure and a new experience. Broadening the horizons and such. Served breakfast (a first for me) and then did centers. We did calendar and outside time, I read stories. We had lunch. We did art. We had nap time. NAP TIME people. Like for 2 hours. It was supposed to be 1 1/2 hours but they were WIPED. And my job was to rub their backs to fall asleep. Snack time followed, and then it was reading and outside sensory time.
They asked me if I would consider coming back again. Yep!