Blogging ideas sometimes come out of nowhere. That’s what happened this weekend. I was on Facebook participating in a group for a giveaway for LuLaRoe clothing. The topic was something like “tell a funny school story.” At first I couldn’t think of anything funny then out of the blue comes this memory that cracked me up. I had forgotten all about it but I was glad that my memory was jogged!
I loved school. I always have and always will. I get excited about all kinds of learning; all kinds of schools. I never wanted to miss a day of school. But then one day…
It was in eighth grade. Social Studies class, which was my favorite class. It was right after lunch. I had a cold and had been sniffling and sneezing. I was ready to go into class and do something fun; learn something new and interesting. When we got into class, the teacher, Mrs. Newt, announced that almost everyone in the class had failed the unit test so she was going to give everyone ten minutes to look over their notes and then take the test again. There were only three or four people who had not flunked it. I had gotten an A. So what were we going to do, I wondered. She answered before I could ask. She said those of us who had passed could take it over for a higher grade or we could sit and read or do homework while others took the test. Well, I had gotten 100 per cent. Couldn’t do better than that. I didn’t want to sit and read. I didn’t have homework with me because it was in my locker.
Just then, I sneezed again and as I blew my nose, I noticed that the balled up tissue in my hand was red. My red felt tip marker had bled into the tissue and it looked like blood. The light bulb went on! I can’t believe I did it but with the next sneeze, I wiped my nose, making sure the red marks on the tissue were showing and I kept the tissue at my nose. I raised my hand and when the teacher looked at me, I pointed to the tissue covering my nose. Mrs. Newt said, “Oh! Your nose is bleeding! Here, go to the nurse!” and she handed me a hall pass.
Off I went. The nurse had me lay down on the bed then she called my mom who sent my brother to pick me up. I got to go home. I didn’t intend that but it was okay because the only other class after that was Reading in which the teacher (who I still believe was senile) wanted us to read Les Miserables but the school didn’t have a class set so she had us sit and listen as she read the book aloud to us. So I didn’t mind missing that class.
I had seen that it was fairly easy to get out of class and even to be sent home. It didn’t hurt that I was one of the good kids and was well liked by the teachers and the nurse. I never did anything like that again. I still can’t believe that I pulled that and that it worked!
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