Supply Teacher

You went to school for how many years . . .

You wake up every morning and go to bed every night,

Not knowing if you will be going to work tomrrow.

You get a phone call at two in the morning.

You pick up the phone and say "hello"

They tell you the adress and time, and what grade you will be teaching.

You wake up the next morning bright and early, just to make sure that you are not late.

You meet the principles, they seem sort of nice.

You smile and say thank you, then walk away.

Now you are off to class,

You unlock the door with the key they gave you.

You take a deep breath and walk through the door.

Beacause your about to do your favourite thing,

Being a teacher.

As the children start pouring into class.

Some students point, some laugh, some even stick out their tongues,

But mostly they just roll their eyes and simply say "whatever"

Your smile slowly starts to fade away. . .

The end of the day has finally come,

You go home straight to bed.

Midnight rolls around, your phone rings again.

You pick it up and say "hello".

They tell the adress and time, and what grade you will be teaching.

You get up in the morning bright and early,just to make sure that you are not late

You get to school,

And today becomes yesterday all over again . . .

***Dedicated To ALL The Supply Teachers I've ever had. And Also To My Older Sister Beyhan (she used to be a high school supply teacher).***