Confessions of a 5th Grade Sub

Besides having to hold a teaching credential, I really think they should make old birds like me get a certificate in espionage 101.

So, evidently, in 5th grade, you are passed around like a pack of gum to whatever classroom has a hole, or absence in it. Trying to decipher the layout is a different matter.

You can tell I am a child of the one teacher school room. Now these students bounce between rooms so much, well,I’ll bet it’s to get them ready for the big bad world out there.

Here’s hoping for a noneventful day!

**fingers crossed**