12 years of teaching.
I have had one kid pass out in my class.
But today was THE day.
The day that a boy PUKED
Right inside my door.
I couldn't even go in there.
I was outside of the library when I heard the news
And I was gagging without even being near it.
I called for backup.
I made an executive decision.
Everyone...go to A lunch!
The glorious cleaning ladies scrubbed the carpet.
They are so wonderful.
It was all cleaned up by the beginning of B lunch.
And to my delight, the gentelman was sitting back in my class.
Oh yes...he went to the nurse
Looked a little pale
But gutted it out and came back to class.
He said he felt better now.