So some time ago, I Subbed for a set of periods that was one of my favorite classes to Sub for (middle age level.) I have subbed in the class multiple times over the year. The teacher had a very good sense of how to keep a sub around. On my first day, she assigned a simple video for each class, so that I could worry less about behavior and more about getting to know the students. (I don't care what anyone says, every age group loves videos no matter how boring and educational, and it gives a sub a grear opportunity to have a quiet, interactive class.) So at first, she made sure that the class saw me as "That cool sub who rewarded them with a video." Each time I returned, the students were given more responsibility to handle, but slowly. The second time, it was a video with note taking. The third, it was me presenting a slideshow lesson plan with notes. 4th time, a silent pop-quiz. 5th time, a silent test. All great, structured opportunities for a sub and students to expect silence in the classroom, which gives the sub the opportunity to be "the one talking" and truly knowing and remembering the students. By this time, i was regarded as the students' all-timr favorite sub. I had classes that would sign petitions for me to return. I had the pin-drop respect of a daily teacher, because the lesson plans were set up just right. Soon, every student in each of the 6 periods would run up to me and give me a high five or hug me, and these were teenagers! However, the 6th time was not good. The assignment was arts and crafts essentially. The students, who all previously had the upmost respect for me, turned on me and acted absolutely crazy. They didn't take the assignment seriously, wouldn't sit in their seats, threw stuff everywhere, and constantly yelled over my instructions. That's the power of lesson plans that a teacher leaves. Teenagers... can't handle crafts. Especially on a sub day. So, regrettably, I had to get strict, loud, dissapointed, and frustrated, and the punishments were dished out... even to students I thought were the best. They were beyond out of control. Now, the most "advanced" class in the set were perfect, but the rest went bonkers. But I did nothinh different! If anything, I only gave more high fives, more hugs, more smiles, laughed with more of their silly jokes, and kneeled down for every student question to show that I care. And yet by the time the class was over, I felt like I was the enemy. What gives? What changed? Has this ever happened to you?