Substitute Teacher

As we sat at the dinner table sharing the day’s news, Logan began telling us a story about the guest teacher they had had in class that day. 

“Our guest teacher knew me and my friend by name,” Ethan commented, in a would be casual voice, not looking up from his plate, when Logan paused. 

“What class was this?” my wife asked.

“English,” Ethan replied. 

“Why?” she asked, with slight alarm.

Ethan was not forthcoming.  I rolled my eyes.  Freshman, I thought.

“I'll tell you why,” I said, cutting across the conversation.  “She probably warned the sub about them in her notes.”

Ethan looked extremely sheepish as he examined the dinner on his plate.  It turns out I was right.

“Later we were shouting across the room at each other and pretending we didn’t know how to read,” he added.

I still don’t understand why we haven’t received a phone call from the school yet.

- 8 January 2018