Oh lord, when your teacher was out sick it was like Mardi Gras meets St. Patrick’s Day meets the apocalypse.

It was messy. Tasks were abandoned in favour of survival of the fittest and at the helm of it all, some poor inexperienced substitute teacher was forced to look on in disgust. We told them lies. We said we had breaks every 15 minutes, that we didn’t get homework and that the second half of the day should be entirely dedicated to Art Lesson. More often than not, the wise-to-our-ways principal was called in and quickly put us in our place. As an adult now, I’d like to apologise to all the substitute teachers I had in my youth. One unfortunate substitute was tasked with looking after a young class recently. As expected, she was asked to write a report of the day to fill the regular teacher in on the progress of the class. The report, however details a day that can only be described as actual Hell on Earth. Highlights include: 9:15 a.m. Dylan has started a dance party in the corner, at first it was just the boys, after Geneva joined, it's taken over half the class. And a personal favourite: I spent the second half of my day drafting my letter of resignation. The name Jasmin appears no less than eight times. The note was shared on Imgur HERE.