A Class With A Sub

By Meera Kumar

As the lady enters the room,
We stop and stare.
She is the sub,
Who puts a smile across all of our faces.
Finishing our work
There is still thirty-five more minutes left.
To us that means P-L-A-Y.
In teams of three,
The competition begins.
A few people become our net.
One person keeps score.
It is boys v. girls
According to us.
A girl talks like the commentator,
Two are out of bounds,
And a couple
Just hide for their lives.
This tie-dye volleyball
Brings so much fun
To a little old class
That came with a sub.

A bump, a set, a spike
Are all done in a room,
A classroom precisely and
Chaos breaks out.
A picture falls down
And everyone freezes.
The sub doesn’t move.
Continuing on someone
Hits the shutters and
She doesn’t even move.
Wondering how
Us students stop for a sec,
Then move on
Acting as if nobody hit anything.

Just a class full of kids,
Eager to learn.
A boy said,
“If our teacher asks,
A squirrel did this. He tore
Down the room. It was
Too fast for us so we
Stayed on the couch.”
Cracking up

We walked down the stairs
Off to lunch
Just like nothing ever happened.

We were just a class.
A class full of children.
Wanting to learn.
We were just an innocent class.

A class with a sub.