I was recently out to dinner with some friends, talking shop. (Speaking about schools and what we do). One friend reminded me how they too tortured substitutes when they were in high school, (if they decided not to like the sub). She was reminded of Mrs. Tuck. They locked Mrs. Tuck out of the classroom once, and she, a substitute, the lowest person on the education totem pole, had to go ask the security guards to let her back in the classroom.
Then they did it again.
And, Mrs. Tuck, for fear of termination and eternal embarrassment by her colleagues, climbed back into the room, via the window.
Oh teenagers and the ways they torture us!