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It's been a while...
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8/14/2011 1:28:43 PM (updated 8/14/2011 1:30:37 PM)
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...and when I took early retirement 2 years ago, I decided to start a blog about my and my friends' teaching days. This is one of the funniest incidents I've ever heard about. I hope you enjoy it like I do.
A friend of mine, as a former teacher, told me this story about her teaching days - 1970's.
As
an elementary school teacher, she was responsible for at least 25
darlings in her kindergarten classroom. She was about to assess all the
students at one time...a small little test...not like you would think
of today when you hear the word TEST, but still, she wanted to hand out
all the papers and have them all take this little test at once.
As she began, she realized that one
kid was in the restroom. Back in those days, the restrooms and water
fountains were in the back of the room.
So
she waited a moment, then, of course, a second child of the same
gender, asked to go to the restroom. Remember the
classroom restroom was occupied.
She excused him to travel down the hall's restroom and mentioned to "come back quickly." Afterall...the test was waiting...and so was she.
Moments
passed. The first child in the restroom, a boy, was now back in his
seat. All was good. Except our second boy had not returned. These
moments turned into minutes and then more minutes, and my friend was
getting anxious, not only about giving the test all together at one
time, but where was her student?
She had to leave to ask her
neighboring teacher to watch her class while she went to find her other
little chicken (this was before Teacher Assistants). My friend, wandered down the hall and as she headed toward
the boys' restroom, heard whimpering. She ducked in to see if this was
her student and it was.
Don't get all paranoid here. This is the
1970's. No one thought of a female teacher going into the elementary
male toilet area...after all, it was for an honest and above board
reason...to find her lost lamb. And there he was! Found! Crying, but
found!
The stall was closed. She called to him, in a gentle
voice, and asked him why he was crying. He answered that while zipping
up...yep, you guessed it, he had zipped himself. OUCH!
She
coaxed him out of the stall and then asked to see his wound. Stop
thinking in the 2011's! This is the 1970's and she was the
educator/mother/nurse in the situation. Seeing that it was bleeding,
she told him she would run to the office for some medicine.
The
medicine of choice in the 1970's was a red, stingy, hot one called Mercurochrome. There were little other ointments that day and time to
choose among. Someone in the office gave her the medicine (no nurses on
call in the 1970's) and she went back as fast as she could with the cotton ball and Mercurochrome.
The boy being very small and my friend,
the teacher, being taller was not a good match for the area needing
attention. So she had to get on her knees to be near his height to
apply the medicine. As I mentioned, Mercurochrome stings! It hurts! It
leaves a red dye on the wound. In and of itself, it's worth crying
over.
So she applied it the best she could. Any nurturing
person would try to ease the pain, so she began to blow on the area.
To cool the hot sting, of course. Head to head. Pun intended.
In
walks the male janitor to clean the restrooms and only sees the back of
the teacher, my friend, down on both knees, blowing her breath on the
wounded, but anointed area, probably heaving up and down a little as
she tries to help the boy, and yells out, "Blow job! Blow job!"
True story.
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architect
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Another true one
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8/14/2011 3:24:41 PM (updated 8/14/2011 3:26:49 PM)
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A friend of mine, we'll call her Miss Smith, Began her short teaching career outside Nashville, TN in the 60's. About the 2d week of school one of her 3d graders, call him Billy, came to her on the playground one day during recess. He was especially excited. He said "Miss Smith my daddys here and I want you to come meet him!" She replied that she would love to meet him and told Billy to bring him to the playground. Billy said "No no Miss Smith, you got to come to the front of the school to meet my daddy." she insisted he bring him to her, explaining she had playground duty and could not leave. The little boy was almost in tears "But, Miss Smith you have to come to the front to meet my daddy, please Miss Smith, please!" She insists she can't leave and asks why his father can't come to the playground. Billy replies "Because he's doin time in the state gang and they got a crew out front cuttin the weeds and my daddy's with'em!"
And the tear jerker ending...she got another teacher to cover for her and went with Billy to meet his convict father. She shook hands with him and told him what a fine student Billy was at which point the father expressed great pride in Billy and Billy told her how proud he was of his daddy!!
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jawjagal
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Another true one
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8/15/2011 8:06:46 AM
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That's a sweet one.
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