WHISKEY-TANGO-FOXTROT

I got some interesting news a minute ago. My math substitute is leaving, due to the fact his wife is deathly ill and is going to Houston for treatment. I don't think it would be that big of a deal normally, but you need to realize something about this substitute.

This is our FIFTH substitute.

Mr. Hendricks, the guy who is supposed to teach the class, had cancer last year and is in a long recovery. Not his fault. No problem with him. My beef is with the district. The sub the first day just passed out papers and eyed the guys in our class.
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Creeepy.

The second sub was Mrs. Fields. This is a short black woman with bugged out eyes and homicidal tendencies. Not homicidal, but definitively violent. IE, when she subbed for our choir class last year (there were 90 people) people were not listening to her. I was, but I was also frozen in fear. She took roll three times, and if you coughed, giggle, twitched, or breathed too loud (Seriously.) she would stop calling roll and start yelling curses at our parents who were so foolish as to bring us into this world. Then we recived, with rapt attention, a discourse on the advantages of beating your grandchildren daily. So, most of us didn't like the idea of having her as a sub. Not to mention haver her, a woman who admits she has no high school degree, as a sub in a class of complex math.

Next was Mrs. Backland, a geometry teacher who tried. She really did, and it was sweet of her and all, but she needed her off period. So, there she went.

Then we had Mrs. Watson. This woman has no grasp on higher level math. None at all. And she tried to teach us higher level math. She was incompetent. It was horrible. She really didn't TEACH us anything. She just gave us horrendously long assignments and asked us why we didn't know them, and why Kaleb Frenzel was talking. Kaleb Frenzel was TEACHING the class. This was bad. Very Bad.

And then there was Dr. Parker, a retired professor of engineering at Texas Tech, he gave us a good shot at learning the math. He was determined to be our teacher to the end of the semester. Then his wife got sick. So. Yeah.

This is, in militarian terms, a CHARLIE-FOXTROT. Those of you who know what that means, you grasp just how horrible this semester is going to be for math.

GG BISD.

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