I may be getting older, but I still clearly remember that you didn't want to be THAT kid ... the one that requires the janitor to come to your class and sprinkle the magic sawdust concoction to cover up the sickness. Unfortunately, J is now THAT kid. Poor guy.
He was innocently sitting in Science class when the problem began. J seems to have a weak stomach when it comes to discussing some of the more gory parts of science. One of his classmates asked if your blood is actually blue when it's inside your body. The teacher responded with a detailed description that sent J's stomach flipping. She followed with some actual pictures. J asked to go to the nurse and the teacher told him to go to the back of the classroom and put his head down if the pictures were getting to him. Big mistake! J redecorated the classroom soon after. (Incidentally, he's had this problem before in science class but the other times he made it to the nurse or the bathroom, sparing himself the public humiliation.)
School hasn't changed all that much. J asked this morning if he could stay home because he's tired of people talking about him and his unfortunate experience in science class. Poor guy. His big brothers don't help much. They keep telling him that he'll still be hearing about being THAT kid when he's in high school. Unless, of course, J somehow manages to get his requested new wardrobe, name change, and school transfer. Let's not hold our breath...
If you think my hands are full, you should see my heart!
6 comments:
Ugh! I am so sorry, teachers should just listen. I LOVED your Christmas letter and picture. It was so fun! Look at these handsome guys! You do SUCH good work.
Oh poor J! Little Bug knows about being That Kid, but her's was because of the seizures. Her's also wasn't so much a teasing talk, it was because she could make the teachers freak out which every middle school kid finds to be very cool stuff. Anyway let J know that his cousin Sweetpea also has a stomach that starts flipping around with any kind of talk about the "B" word or human insides.
Hugs to all!
Man! That's no fun. New wardrobe, name change and school transfer sound like exactly what I asked for when I cut off part of my finger in front of the whole class during a "how to" macrame presentation. The teacher even caught it on video! My mom didn't let me have my request either.
Hugs for J - growing up is haaaard sometimes!
Tell him not to worry! I tripped down some stairs ON STAGE at my senior recital. I had just finished my solo and had the bright idea to exit the stage on the side that wasn't lit. Big mistake. They will forget! More importantly, he will get a kick out of it someday!
Poor little man! We all have stories we could share with him....I have a whole book!Give him hugs for sis Nai.
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