Should’ve Could’ve Would’ve… Why didn’t I?

Over the years I have handled many situations in ways that I am not proud of. The odd part is, the situations that I wish I would have handled differently are not situations in which I lost my cool, but rather situations I should have.

Here’s the story of one such situation, in which I wish I would have lambasted the crap out of someone, but instead kept my mouth shut.

My sophomore year in high school I had a friend who was quite trendy (and also a bit of a loud mouth).

One day during english class she came in wearing a shirt that featured this on the front.

She told me she had got it at Urban Outfitters or something, so you can imagine the style.

Anyways, on this particular day we had a substitute teacher because ALL THREE of our other teachers (Yes we had 3 teachers for one class… ) were out for the day.

Now here’s the thing…

The substitute is an interesting creature. Each of them unique in their own way, yet they all hold one thing in common…

They have zero accountability.

Over the years the things substitute teachers have gotten away with while I was in class amazes me. So either there is no system for weening out the bad ones or the system in place just really sucks… I imagine the latter is closer to the truth. After all we are talking public school and so long as their is a body in the classroom that can read out of the text book… well you know, that’s good enough for government work.

Anyways, the substitute we had on this day was one I wish I never had the pleasure of meeting.

After she basically told the class to do whatever they wanted she walked up to my friend who was wearing the uncle same shirt and began speaking to her. Luckily this conversation was taking place only one desk to the right of me, and while the room was loud due to the fact that the class was having a free for all, I could still hear everything that was being said. The substitute must not have known it.

You will have to forgive me as it has been 3 years since I was a sophomore in high school so I do not quite remember what she said word for word, but what I do remember I will write.

Here’s how the conversation went.

Sub: I love your shirt.

Friend: Oh thanks!

Sub: It’s so true isn’t it!?

Friend: Oh haha yea *sheepishly*

Sub: I swear I can’t stand conservatives!

Friend: Yea *again sheepishly*

Sub: I always try to push my agenda in class, you know influence these kids into thinking my way.

Friend: ……

Sub: Every now and then you will get one of those stupid kids who has been brainwashed by there parents that will say something, but what are they gonna do.

Friend: ……

Sub: I once told a kid who caught me lying to go ahead and report me. I’m a sub, what are you gonna do fire me!?

Friend: hahahaha *even more sheepishly*

Sub: Hahahahaha anyways awesome shirt!

and that was the end of it.

Usually I would have jumped at an opportunity like this. Something this blatant and evil in my face… It was like a dream come true.

But then I realized something…

Every single kid in the classroom was talking and tweeting and texting and hanging out with their classmates. There were students on desks and students on the floor and even a couple of students behind the teachers desk. I realized that while it angered me, and I probably should have recorded and reported the happenings of the classroom that day in order to punish her, it probably wouldn’t do me very good.

Instead I chose to talk to my friend, the one wearing the shirt, about what had just happened.

I explained to her that yes her shirt has a ver valid point, but that it speaks to the nature of leftism and higher taxation rather than conservatism and smaller government.

We had a laugh about it and then I joined my peers in the wasting of tax dollars by spending the rest of the period on my phone and talking to the girls around me… 😎

I haven’t had many experiences likes this. Usually if I feel I even have the slightest reason to speak up I will. Just ask the rest of my teachers.

But when a situation like this does occur, and I do nothing…. It can keep me up at night literally years later when I am out of high school trying to sleep so that I can get up for work in the morning.

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