Want to know what one of my students did yesterday?
Here's the story:
"One more slide, I'll show you, " he said as he ran and slid along the ice in the playground. His body turned on him and down he went face-first onto the ice.
The boys in the class ran with him back to the school. His bestfriend was holding the missing tooth in his hand.
"Miss Slotegraaf, _____'s missing a tooth." Why do they always start emergency situations with confusing sentences that need follow-up?
I took one look at him, with a bloody mouth and swelling nose and sent him to the office (with his bestfriend still carrying his front tooth).
Later in the evening, I called his house to see how he was. Turns out he has a concussion, a tooth with exposed nerve endings, and trauma to his other teeth. His baby teeth may now be fused to his bones and possibly won't come out. More dentist work to come.
All because of one more slide.
The joys of being a teacher.