So, here I am, back at Morse High School, substituting. Again. I was here yesterday, too, and I actually had to sub for TWO teachers. The paycheck from this past two weeks is going to look really good in the mailbox. While yesterday consisted of most of the normal bullshit babysitting, I had my most interesting substitute experience in period C (sometime in the morning, don't remember when). One of the teachers I subbed for yesterday is a physics teacher. I went into the class and handed out their assignment. After that, I went to the teacher's desk to do more of what I was getting paid to do: read some random book on the bookshelf and make sure no one set fire to the place. After about a minute of settling in, I hear a lot of 'Idunnahowtodothis' coming from the class. That's when the physics major in me gets up, walks to the center of the class, takes an assessment of what the teacher had taught up to that point, and teaches the lesson. And, somehow, it felt good. It was good, but very strange, getting my first whiff of my future career. Teaching physics. What felt better (or worse, depending on point-of-view) was a comment from a student after the class: "You just taught more than ten times what she's taught us." I fought with my father yesterday, over something incredibly stupid. For some reason, and I don't know why, but any of Dad's requests just seem to piss me off. Like this one: because it costs him on his electricity bill, please put the washer temperature back to cold when you're done washing whites. And of course, I have to take offense. Any other person, on any other day, I wouldn't. Stupid.