Getting Ready for a Substitute

Some of the kids wrote notes to me about how they were going to behave when there was a sub the following day:

"I'm going to try to get along with the sub."

"I'm going to be good so when you get back you don't have to waste your brath on us being bad."

"I'm nurvse about the sub because I don't know is it going to be good."

"I don't want a sub because they mean and not take us to computer"

"I am sad because you are not going to be hear but I am happy because you are going to be back. But I am going to be good for the sub."

"I am mad because we would have subsututues that weak. I am a little happy because you are here today. So I am a little mad and I am a little happy to see you today."

"I am happy because I'm not going to be here next year. And I'm happy because I'm going to have more fun there." [A little off topic, but apparently what was on his mind!]

"Im going to controll myself by remembering what you said I was good before so I could do it again."

"I will fill sad when you not here and I will be on a good behayer [behavior] and I will call you to tell you how we doing."

"I am neavors because when we have "subs" chrildren are bad when "subs" are here. I'm neavors because I want the teacher to be able to come back and tell everyone how good we are. Also because when maybe one child or a secound child acts up it's concacitions [consequences] for everybody. I try to be good a lot when subs are here. I try to be helpful, thankful, good, nice, and I also try to listen to whoeva the subs is derections."

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