Why are There First Graders on Zoloft?!?

There's only fifteen minutes before the students start arriving and I can't find a lesson plan at all. Nothing. There's a calandar... and some jolly ranchers in the teacher's desk... but no lesson plan. What was she thinking?! Getting sick and calling in and not leaving the sub a lesson plan? How evil. What are we supposed to do? Play heads-up seven up all 8 hours? Five minutes ago another fifth grade teacher came in to inform me that this class is "troubled", something that I hear almost every time I go in to sub for someone. They're all troubled. They're kids. Everything is a crisis. A typical day in the life of a sub goes like this. You can't really prepare at all. You can't even get there early because the damn phone system likes to call you less than a half hour before you're supposed to be at school. So y'know. Chaos and all. It's all different when the kids arrive though. It doesn't matter how "troubled" they are. I'm teaching. I'm actually teaching! My lord. I'm writing on a white board and using the stupid overhead projector and taking down names of the annoying kids. Crazy! I wasn't sure if I'd be a good teacher but then they come up to me with pictures of deformed dinosaurs that they've drawn for me with "miss k" written on it... and I think... I can do this! I can be a teacher. I mean, when you're an actual teacher you get to plan and be early and get to know the kids. It's gotta be a million times better. Yes, I think it's totally do-able! ... then again... that kid over there is sleeping... and that other one is biting his "best friend" on the arm. Again... sigh.