The Sub Chronicles - Stupid ID tags

When I got hired, the district informed me that I had to wear my name tag all the time. They had "code orange" security and for the safety of the children, everyone had to be able to be identified on a moments notice. That is all fine and dandy.

One morning, I got called at 7:45 to be at a school that was 25 minutes away... and I had to be there by 8:10. I was in my sleeping. Un-showered. No clothes picked out. No lunch packed. No breakfast eaten.

Great.

I have never moved so fast to get out the door in my life. On my way to the school, I realized that I had forgotten my name tag. My first thought was to go back to get
it, but I realized that I would be really really late and didn't want to risk getting in trouble with the principal. Plus, since I had never been to this school before, I wanted to get there in as much time as possible to at least figure out where the cafeteria was. As I walk into the front door, grab the sub folder, and head towards the classroom door, I see a bunch of students waiting outside the door.

Crap.

The kids are already there, meaning I am going to be in a fluster all day since I didn't have time to get organized before the kids got there for the day. I confidently walk into the room and I am reading the sub plans when a little boy comes up to me and taps the paper that I am reading.

For the sake of this story, we will call him Nathan. Nathan was a little short boy, even for 1st grade, he was still small. He had big rimmed glasses and toe-head blond hair.

He took a big sniff and got up his courage and said "Who are you?"

"I am your sub for the day. My name is Miss W and your teacher is sick today."

He thought about this for a second and said "Well, where is
your name tag?"

Grrr...

"I forgot it today. I was running out the door. It's OK though. I am your sub for today."

This did not please him.

"Well, we have a problem. You are supposed to have a name tag."

Really kid?

"I know. I have one, I just forgot it today. If you want to go down to the office and make sure that it's OK, that I'm here that's fine. But I promise that I am supposed to be here and that the office knows that I am here."

He is getting quite flustered. His face is getting all red and you can tell that he is not happy.

"Fine. I will go to the office. And when I get back, you better have a name
tag."

He proceeds down the hall. I hear him telling his friends in the hall that there is a woman in his classroom that didn't have a name tag, and that he was going to the office to "make sure the situation was under control".

I continue to read the plans. A few minutes later, I see a head poking in the door. Not a body, just a head. Nathan had returned. And was now staring at me... I say to him

"Is everything OK?" He nods.

"OK then. Can you please come in the classroom and do your morning
job?"

Slowly he opens the door and steps inside. He lets out a huge
sigh and says "I just don't know about you".

At this point Nathan, I don't know about you either.