I’m A Substitute Teacher. A Quiet 8-Year-Old Girl Asked Me A Question That Made Me Realize Why The Previous Teacher Vanished Without A Trace.
CHAPTER 1: The Exclusion Zone I’ve been a substitute teacher for nearly a decade. It’s a job that requires a specific kind of armor. You have to be adaptable, thick-skinned, and ready to be the punchline of every joke for six hours a day. I’ve worked in inner-city Detroit where I had to break up…