I work in as an AmeriCorps member in a Preschool. This still makes me laugh, because I spent my two years at college trying to stay as far away from Education as possible. That being said, I can imagine a better place to work. Even if it means exposing yourself to all sorts of little nasty things that can kill you.
I am speaking of course, of all the excretions that come out of small children. I have delt with boogers, pee pants, moving of the Poop in the Pull-up by hand in to the toilet (an on to.. and next to… etc), puke of various colors and textures, and of couse, blood.
We were in the gym. There were 5 kids, the teacher, and myself. The little boy got a bloody nose. Not a big deal – it’s the middle of March, the air is really dry, and he was running around. Upon wiping the new wet stuff off his face, and realizing it wasn’t sweat or snot, he had to deal with it in such a manor that only little boys can deal with such things.
G: MY HEAD IS LEAKING!!
Kiwi: No, it’s just your nose bleeding. Let me get you a tissue and you go sit down and relax. *starts walking to tissue box across room* Try to catch it in your hands so it doesn’t get all over your clothes and the gym mats.
G: I’M BLEEDING!! I’M BLEEDING!! *starts flipping hands around, thus sending pathogen carrying droplets far and wide.
Needless to say, I had to clean that up. Good Ol’ Green Machine… you’ve served me well here.
[Yes, I had a MUCH longer, and slightly funnier post on this... but silly me, still trying to figure out how to work wordpress... deleted it. Epic Fail]
