That Was Significant
Monday, October 31st, 2005October 31st holds a lot of significance:
Happy Reformation Day!
Happy Knock-Knock Joke Day!
Oh, and Happy Halloween!
I hope that your trick or treating is a little drier than the kids are having around here tonight.
Of course with holidays like Halloween come stories from the parties. Today did not disappoint. As I have said in the past, Halloween is the biggest visitor day at my school. Parents come out by the droves. At 2:00 we have our Halloween parade where all the students get to show off their costumes for the rest of the school. Since it has been raining outside all day, we were going to have the parade in our new gym. We packed all the students and parents into the gym for the fun. It was tight. Very tight. It felt a little like being a sardine. That tight.
I was standing at the edge of the hoard of students enjoying the preschoolers march across the stage when I saw a first grade teacher on the other side of the gym making a gesture with his hands near his mouth. He wasn’t looking directly at me so I dismissed the gesturing and continued watching the the parade. Out of my peripheral vision I noticed a group of about five teachers converging in the same area, quite close to where part of my class was sitting. I decided to step over 25 kids to check out what was going on. I wish I hadn’t. One of my students was standing, bent over with large amounts of vomit surging from his mouth. While the other teachers were repositioning the children away from the growing lake of vomit on the floor, I stood there with my student trying to reassure him while we were waiting for another teacher to get a trash can so we could move the student out of the way and up to the nurse’s office. Before I continue I should inform newer readers about my Achilles Heal, my Kryptonite, if you will, in teaching, and that is dealing with vomit. I am a sympathetic puker. If I see it, hear it, or smell it, I will also begin to hurl. One of the aides took the student up to the nurse and I was left to “guard” the puke so no other students would accidentally walk through it. For the next 25 minutes I get the pleasure of standing over a pile of vomit rivaling the size of Lake Michigan, trying not to throw up myself. It was the hardest thing I have ever done this school year. I did enjoy the rather astute observation of one of my other students: “That was a rather significant amount. What did he eat?” Since the parade took so long, we only had eight minutes to have the party in our rooms which consisted of me saying, “Quickly children, put this candy and these snacks in your back pack and leave. Have a safe Halloween!”
After the mercifully short Halloween party, I headed to the nearest potty and did what I had the urge to do since I saw the pool of vomit. Since then my stomach has felt queezy, I can’t get up enough nerve to eat anything fearing that my stomach will reject it. Hopefully, I will feel better in the morning.
Ugh.
Class dismissed!



