The power of "Thank You"

I just love subbing at my old high school. I let the kids do whatever they want - within reason. I lucked out by getting the only kind of science I can remotely understand: biology. They had worksheets to do and I got two more chapters read in Harry Potter. For slacking members of the arbitrary Order bookclub, I'm up to 15. And yes, I will try to slow it down a bit.

Anywho, a couple stories about how my day went:
-Boys will be boys. Some of them were picking on this one kid and he was getting completely frustrated with the whole situation. I walked up to the group and said the next person who bothers this student will be sent straight to the office, no questions asked. They shaped up and left him alone. The kid thanked me for saying that. I felt awesome about it after that. I am a kind person who takes in a "thank you" at so much more than face value. Said at the proper time, it can do wonders for reassurement that not all of humanity has gone to the dogs.
-One kid guessed (within six months) how old I am. Guess I have to start accepting the fact that I will turn a quarter century and get used to the way it sounds. UGH! Whenever I feel old, I take comfort in knowing that my brother is two years older and his age always sounds much worse than my own.
-I completly avoided eye contact with my own tenth grade biology teacher. To this day, the woman still scares me. That and I did not want to hear her fake story about how good it was to see me (if she even remembered me) and blah, blah, blah. She strongly disliked me as a student (don't worry, the feeling was mutual), I need nothing to do with her now. Unfortunetly, I didn't make it upstairs to see my favorite English teacher. Another time, perhaps.

Getting my gear in order for tonight. Canucks are in town and ready to rock the Joe. For the Wings' sake, I hope they win. They need to win. I don't want to hear the fans whining about their inability to win. However, if I remember history correctly, I believe the Wings have always sucked leading up to the Olympic Break.
My checklist:
-surgical scissors: check
-patience pills: check
-uniform

That's all for my exciting day. Later