Because I am Pretty Cool...Apparently.

So some students of mine wrote a poem.  A poem about moi.  A poem about how I am the best substitute teacher in the world. 

Have a read:

Subs

Subs oh Subs they're driving me crazy

They're mean

They're strict

They're only a bit nice

But you are not like those mean old bags

You are young and nice

Oh so precise, when it comes to being nice

You're sweet like ice cream

You are like a supreme sugar

You're the opposite of a booger

You're the nicest sub we've ever had

That's right.  I was a muse for a day.   And it's pretty good to hear that I am not a mean old bag or a booger.  Secretly I worried people thought that.