Lesson #65: The Substitute Teacher | Algerian Podcast | Learn English |تعلّم الإنجليزيّة بالدّارجة الجزائريّة

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Text: The Substitute Teacher 

"The classroom buzzed like a beehive. Desks screeched across the floor, students shouted to/at each other,  someone at the back was playing music on their phone and there was even a ball being passed around.

Mr. Boumaza took a deep breath and stepped inside. He was holding the name list the front office had handed him. It was his first day as a substitute teacher.

“Good morning, class,” he said, trying to sound calm.

No one listened.

A paper airplane sailed past his head and landed on the whiteboard.

He cleared his throat and said louder. “Alright, everyone, please take your seats.”

A few students glanced up. One boy in the front smirked and said, “You’re not our real teacher. We don’t have to listen to you. Who are you even?”

Laughter spread across the room.

Mr. Boumaza walked to the front, erased the board, and wrote in large letters: “You don’t know me but I bet I know your father.”He turned around, smiled, and said, “I’m not here to be your real teacher. I’m here to make sure you don’t burn the place down while she’s gone. Deal?”

Some students exchanged looks. The music stopped.

He read the first name on the list. “Djamila Belaid.”

Nobody looked up. Nobody said a word.

“Belaid? Is your father the dentist or is he the one who has a superette?”

A boy yelled “He’s the superette guy.” and burst out laughing. Djamila turned to him with a frown. 

“What about you? What’s your name?” asked the teacher pointing at the boy who had just spoken. 

Djamila answered promptly “His name is Bilel Zacharia” and made a face at him.

“Zacharia? Isn’t your family from Blida?” 

Correct again. 

“I bet you’ll never know who I am.” A tall boy said defiantly. 

“You look like a Benbrit. Your uncles were even taller than you but you might get there some day.” 

The teacher had now the interest and the attention of the class. He told a few jokes. They laughed. 

“Okay, we’re not here only to joke around, we’re here to learn a thing or two about science. So let’s start.”

The students were more willing to listen this time. Mr. Boumaza handed out the day’s assignment, surprised to feel a small sense of control return. He smiled to himself. Maybe it won’t be such a disaster after all."

Thank you for listening.

And thank you for learning new things everyday.

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