supervisors

i am student teaching at a school forty minutes away (yeah, forty minutes, what?)

my supervisor came out today to do my midterm evaluation. ( which turned out to very good, but thats not my story here.)

my sixth period class (end of the day, we all are tired) the kids asked me if my parole officer came out to see me.



i said what?


your parole officer!


my supervisor?


yeah, your parole officer.


oh, okay. yes he came.



so, my supervisor will now be refered to as my "parole" officer.


ah, the eighth grade.