A Wild and Crazy Day

So yesterday was one of THOSE days.  You know, one of those crazy days where crazy things that you never thought would happen happen?  You know, a Teeny Tiny Teacher kind of day?  If you don't understand that last reference, you need to check out Kristin's Halloween post (seriously, that is the best teacher story EVER - if there was a hall of fame for hilarious teacher posts, that one would definitely hold the place of honor).  Anyway, here's how my day went (and yes, all names have been changed):

The day had been fairly normal.  At recess time (around 1:30), the teacher next door to me had to go to the office to have her post evaluation conference with the principal, so her students came into my room for inside recess.  So now, I have 32 kids in my room for inside recess (oh, joy).  Now, I have to say that her kids are crazier louder more energetic than mine.  Needless to say, they were able to get my kids a little louder than they normally be.  Because her conference lasted longer than expected (surprise, surprise), we had to start our science lesson with 16 extra kids sitting on my carpet (and with my kids a little riled up from having these new friends in our room).  I was able to get through about half of the lesson before she came to pick the kids up. 

As I breathed a sigh of relief, I got my kids quieted down and focused back on their work.  We were making a book about animals in winter and they were supposed to cut out and glue captions under the pictures on the page.  About this time, one of my sweet little firsties (we'll call her Mary), got up to go to the bathroom.  In our room, they know that they do not have to ask to go if they are working at their seat.  I notice her going, but I don't think anything about it.  About 5 min. later or so, I start to call kids up to get their folders and get ready to go home.  I call a few kids, and then I notice that Mary is still in the bathroom.  At this point, I'm not really worried about it, but I do start to watch the clock to see how long she's in there.  About 5 minutes later, I'm noticing that she's still not out, so I call out, "Mary, you need to hurry up.  It's about time to go".  A couple minutes later, still no Mary.  So, I repeat, "Mary, come on, you need to get packed up!"  Still no Mary.  Finally, I yell  nicely say, "Mary, get out here!  please come out and get ready to go home".   Now, she decides to come out.  She walks over to my desk where I am talking to another student. 

I look up and notice that she is standing there covered in blood (and I mean blood on her shirt, her arms, her face)!!!!

 After putting my eyes back in my head and taking a deep breath, I scream say, "What happened???" 

 "I cut my lip."

 "How did you cut your lip in the bathroom?"

"With my scissors." - Oh yeah, why didn't I think of that?  Of course - how else would you cut your lip in the bathroom?

"Why did you cut your lips with scissors?" I ask.

 To which one of my other little sweeties replied, "Because she glued her lips together!"  

"WHAT!!!???  Why in the world would you glue your lips together?"

"I don't know."

Since it is now about 2 minutes before the end of school, I decide not to send her to the clinic.  I just sent her into the bathroom (after confiscating the scissors) to wash herself up.  Her mom walks to pick her up each day, so I just stuck my head out my door (luckily, my room is on the end of the building right next to the gate) and called her mom over.  I explained what happened, and she really wasn't surprised.  Her response, "That's why she's not allowed to have scissors at home.  She's cut her hair 3 times."  Seriously??

She came in today and you really couldn't tell that she had done anything.  Apparently she not only has a high tolerance for pain (I mean, I get a little cut on my lip and I'm crying like a baby - she didn't really even bat an eye) but also incredible healing powers.

I know that this is nowhere near the caliber of Kristin's finger story, but seriously, that's all I could think of last night as I was telling my husband about it.  Is it bad that when something like this happens, my mind goes immediately to a blog post?