My Day Job


Today I went into the school office like I do every Friday to get grocery cards (I buy gift cards from the school for my local grocery store at face value and the school gets 5%- genius).  When I walked in, both secretaries were in a tizzy- the PE teacher came in trying to tough it through a stomach bug and didn’t last 10 minutes.  They called everyone on their sub list and no one could come in so late. I’m not really paying that much attention, so when they asked me if I had my 4 year degree, and I told them yes having no idea what they wanted.

They wanted me to fill in for the PE teacher.

After I got done laughing,  I realized they were serious. Oh crap. Today is my day off so while I had a lot to do, none of it was pressing so for some freaking reason I said “yes.”

And that is how I ended up being a PE teacher today.  There we no lesson plans for any of my classes- PreK, 3rd, 4th, 6th and 7th- so we played a lot of basketball and kickball and with the scooters.  Thank goodness the PreK teacher is a former PE teacher and she stayed to help me manage those little balls of adorableness, snot & energy. 3rd graders were awesome, 4th graders were half awesome / half drama queens, 6th graders were all drama and 7th graders were the MOST fun, oddly enough.

All in all, everyone (including me!) had a good day and we all went home in one piece- so I’m calling my “teaching” debut a success.

Not that I ever doubted it, but today cemented the fact that I was not born to be a teacher and those who are, are a rare breed.


About Heather

I adore my family, writing, books, cats, lazy mornings in bed, and chocolate. I'll never say no to breakfast for dinner, long talks with friends and lazy summer days at the pool with family. My life is often crazy, always awesome and one I'm so happy to be living! My side hustle is editing and proofing work. Find out more at

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