After a student puked IN one of my textbooks and then came up to me expecting me to do something about it.... I don't have that gene.... I told him to take the book to the bathroom, wipe it up, clean himself up, and come back. (in my defense, I was on the phone with my mom about my brother who is seriously ill). But seriously.... I just don't have that empathy gene.... or at least not in this case...
Then he came back, was here for a bit, and asked to go to the bathroom. On the way, he puked again, so he came back and told me he puked in the hallway. Aack! I asked an adult aide in the classroom for another student to go with him, and ask the office to send someone to clean the vomit up, but geezo! What a day!
