There were six kids absent today because there is some kind of horrible bug going around. Ten minutes into class, I was reading a story and somebody stopped me to tell me, "Brady is puking!" I looked at Brady and he had his fingers in his mouth and was puking down his arm, all over his lap, all over the rug. Endlessly puking. Gallons of puke. It was so so so gross. When he finally stopped, I gave him some paper towels and sent him to the nurse with a helper. Then I called the janitor to come and clean it up. He came in to survey the damage and one kid said, "Hi, Bob," then every kid said, "Hi, Bob!" and wouldn't stop saying it until he said hi to each one individually, but I think he freaked out a little because he gave up on that after about five kids and bee-lined it for the door which only made the crazy little bastards say, "HI, BOB!" with more and more desperation. It was like a whole classroom full of Chuckie dolls. Ask Bob, I bet he'd agree with me.
Hi, Bob, Hi Bob, HI BOB!
Bob cleaned up the disgusting mess, Brady went home and we got on with the business of kindergarten. Things went smoothly until it was recess time and I was zipping jackets and when I was bending down to zip a girl's coat, she sneezed a very wet, productive sneeze all over my face. ALL OVER MY FACE! I wanted to shriek and dance around and say, "GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS!!!" but I didn't. I said, in a sweet sing-song kindergarten teacher voice, "remember to cover your mouth when you sneeze!"
After lunch they came back in and had rest time, which would more appropriately be named watch-your-classmates-and-tattle-on-them-for-not-resting-every-second time. Not very restful.
I got through the afternoon without being too horribly grossed or freaked out until it was time to get ready to go home and I was helping them pack their crap into their backpacks. Oh My Dear Sweet Lord some of those backpacks are gross! I can't even tell you how much unidentifiable crusty crap I had to avoid while zipping and unzipping backpacks. What is that stuff? Food? Snot? Whatever it was, it was gross. Hey parents, backpacks can be washed.