Today was my first day of subbing in Michigan and I was assigned to be a half-day "floater" to fill in for teachers in meetings. I started off my day in Kindergarten (24 of them!!) and had an absolute blast. I was impressed by how attentive they were and was sad I had to leave after an hour to go to fifth grade.
...Which surprisingly turned out to be excellent. I had never subbed higher than fourth grade (well, with the exception being high school) and was a little nervous. They were working on learning about the end of the Revolutionary War and how it led to the signing of the Declaration of Independence. In Paul Revere style, we read by lantern light and then I shared the poem "Paul Revere's Ride" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I was able to make the connection that he was a Maine poet and that I am from Maine, which they thought (or at least pretended) was pretty cool.
Their teacher arrived early, so I had about fifteen minutes before I needed to be in second grade. In teacher-style, I took the opportunity for the bathroom break. It was a single stall women's bathroom in the fifth grade wing so it seemed safe for staff use. I grabbed my things and entered, locking the door behind me. After washing my hands, I went to exit the bathroom. Uh uh. The lock wouldn't budge. At that point, I couldn't remember which way I had turned the lock in the first place. I kept trying every which way and jiggling the lock, feeling like the hugest idiot in the world. I'm not claustrophobic, but I was starting to sweat and panic a little. After about five minutes of struggling, I came to the conclusion that I could not help myself and would need to have someone unlock it from the outside. Thankfully I had all of my things with me so I was able to call the office and have the most awkward conversation that went a little something like, "Hi, this is really strange, but this is Alyssa and I'm subbing today. I somehow locked myself in the single stall bathroom near the fifth grade classrooms and I can't get out."
When I was eventually rescued, all of the fifth grade teachers were standing outside to make sure I was okay. Apparently this kind of this happens a lot. You need to pull up and towards you on the knob for the lock to unstick. They were planning on printing off directions of how to exit, but hadn't gotten to it yet. Moral of the story, when in a new place, just hold it.















