The+Substitute

= ﻿ The Substitute = =Our teacher is strict and we know better than to try any monkey business when she's around. When we have a sub, though, it's a whole different story. Last week our teacher was away at a math workshop. Things didn't start going haywire until about 9:00. Reading was first on our agenda for the day. Unfortunately, the sub smelled like rotten eggs in sweaty socks that hadn't been washed in a year. Our tropical fish started seizuring from the odor and then went belly up. "Yo dudes! Whad-up?" he said. Fortunately, he was really the sub for the schools janitor who was out helping his wife, our teacher, fix her flat tire, which she got on her way to the math workshop. Unfortunately, the real sub showed up. She looked like a movie star but looks can be deceiving. She barked, "What is that putrid smell?" The janitor dude, slipped out the door and we all looked at the sub expectantly. "You need to write a report on dirt. At least 1000 words with diagrams to support your ideas. Get going!" she growled giving us all the evil eye as she sat down at the teacher's desk. Fortunately, she was playing an April Fools joke! She decided to give us a party, instead. Since she used to be a veterinarian, she quickly revived our fish back to life. We found out her evil eye was not really evil, but a magic stare that turned us all into frogs! Unfortunately, her magic "turn frogs back into people" stare wasn't working and we were stuck ribbiting and hopping for the entire morning. Fortunately, the spell lasted only until lunch and we turned back into regular kids at the stroke of noon. Unfortunately, during science the sub huffed and she puffed and she sneezed a great sneeze, "Kerchoo!" The phlegm flew across the room like a bullet and hit Jamal square in the kisser. Blah, pfht, fooey," screeched Jamal. In the blink of an eye he transformed into something unrecognizable. He was as big as an adult killer whale on steroids. His skin was cucumber and his eyes were plump raspberries. He roared like a lion, sending the terrified sub into a fit of hysterics. We stampeded for the door. Fortunately,   =