[ WP ] A substitute teacher falls in love with the absent teacher from their notes .

`` Room 211A....hallway B.'' I muttered to myself as I walked through the school, searching for the class I would be substituting. With nothing more than a post-it to follow I was a bit nervous. It had been a few months since the last time I substituted for a class, and even longer since it had been an elementary school. Had I gotten rusty with the kids? Will they see the fear in my eyes and attack? I shook my head from side to side. These were just little kids, I was the adult, no reason for ME to be worried, right? 
 
 
 At the furthest end of the hallway was my class. No windows into the hallway, only a single glass square in the door. I peered in. The children were seemingly calm, grouped up talking and drawing. Perfect. I opened the door and walked across the front of the class like a phantom. Before the children knew it I was already standing in front of them, poised, ready to dictate my lesson. 
 
 
 Then it caught my eye. A yellow square on the teacher's desk. A post-it. I raised my brow quizzically and took a step towards the desk. As I reached out for the post-it I noticed it was n't the only one; the desk had plenty of little yellow squares all over it. I read the first one. `` Good morning! My name is Phillip Cardinal, this is my class. Please take good care of them!'' with a little arrow pointing towards a chain of post-its. The child inside me got a little giddy at this scavenger hunt of post-it instructions. `` This is the book we're reading!'' said one post-it attached to a book, The Giver. `` These are for if the kids get bored and restless!'' another note on a stack of coloring books. I smiled to myself, this man really cares for his class as if they were his own. As I looked up over the room, I noticed more post-its all over. `` Keep the window closed, Marty gets cold easy! ``, `` Hall Pass in top drawer!''. My stomach started to feel weird... was I hungry? Nervous? Butterflies? Ha, do n't be silly now, that's ridiculous. I ca n't get butterflies from reading someone's post-its. 
 
 
 As the day continued on, I found myself day-dreaming more and more about what this Phillip Cardinal was really like. The children all loved him and talked about him with such high respects. `` Mr Cardinal helps me all the time with my homework!'' said one kid. `` One of the COOOLEST teachers EVER in this school HAS to be Mr C!'' one child enthusiastically told me. I laughed and patted him on the head. `` Yknow, you're really nice like Mr C! You should hold hands when he comes back!'' Ha, did this kid just tell me I should date his teacher? Am I really getting flustered thinking about it? `` I-I do n't really know him as well as you do, though!'' I managed to stammer out while trying to save face in front of these kids. 
 
 
 Was I getting a crush? I had n't had a crush since I was... well... about these kids' ages. Just the thought made the butterflies come again. I looked over at my collection of post-its from this mysterious Phillip that I could n't get out of my mind. I debated during my break to go to the yearbook room, just to see if they had a staff picture of him. `` Jeez, this is just like the time I fell in love with Harry Potter when I read the books... what am I doing.'' I chuckled to myself. Substituting this class has brought me back to my childhood. I sat down in the teacher's chair, feeling up the arm rests, imagining Mr Cardinal sitting here, his posture, his mannerisms. I sank into the back of the chair, smiling, watching the children do their work. `` We really can learn a lot from them...'' 
 
 
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