At this juncture, I suggest that we pause for a moment to consider how some typical high schoolers look versus how I look:
I may have stacked the deck a little in favor of my sisters by choosing a picture of me post-tilt-a-whirl at Six Flags, but still, those kiddos on the left are nine and seven years younger than I am. (Also of some relevance: ten minutes after that picture of the roomies and me was taken a high school boy manning the line at the bumper cars tried to get my number.)
Anyway, I was understandably a little dubious about how I'd fare in a high school, but it turns out that North Dakota high schoolers are tamer than a class full of Chicago kindergarteners (I miss you, Chicago five-year-olds!). It also turns out that high school subbing means knowing how to pass out worksheets and press play on the VCR. Or, in the case of the "special foods" class I subbed, knowing how to taste and rate six delicious homemade apple pies.
Subbing in a high school does not seem to mean all of the things I learned to consider during my last two years in Chicago Public Schools. I don't, for instance, have to plan in bathroom breaks, herd children through cramped hallways, or lead Dr. Jean songs. In a striking exception, though, the special foods experience did teach me that high school kids serving crumbly pies creates as much of a mess as second-graders building gingerbread houses out of M&Ms, frosting, and Graham crackers.
Speaking of which, let's just take another moment to celebrate those second graders' success with that project, as well as the successful use of plastic tablecloths by Ms. Walsh and me:
The need to get a class full of fifteen year-olds to clean up pie tins also left me realizing that I do not have any ideas for how to refer to a group of almost-adults. The old elementary standards--"boys and girls", "friends", and "children", all said in the ubiquitous sing-song teacher voice--don't really apply. I guess I'm left with a booming "ladies and gentleman", which seems a little silly and is causing me to flashback to the sir-ing and ma'am-ing of my Louisiana high school experience. For lack of anything better, though, I guess for the time being I'll be rather formally addressing the teenagers of North Dakota.
