Nobody likes to use the school bathrooms. They're usually pretty gross, especially the boys (what is it with boys?!) One of the boys bathrooms on the first floor is so potent in its smell of urine, it is smellable from the hallway -- impressive! The boys bathroom next to one of the classes I teach in I usually reserved for cigarette smoking. Oh, and krumping. One time last year, two of my kids were caught krumping in the smoking bathroom. The long running joke was that they were taking a krump. I still laugh about it.
Nevertheless, sometimes, one needs to use the bathroom, under undesirable circumstances.
Like yesterday, one of my seniors walks into class, just before the tardy bell rings and with a pained and pleading look in his eyes asks me for a pass to the nurses office. "What for?!" I ask him. He then goes on to tell me that he has to go number two, really bad, and that he can't go in the boys bathrooms, and needs to go down to the nurses office to use her bathroom.
I looked at him incredulously, and without laughing (or trying my best not to) I ask him if he is serious. He insists he is.
So, as I'm writing him a pass to the nurses office I tell him, "you do realize that this is going to be a blog post, right?!"
I can't tell you the end of this story, because I don't know it. After I wrote the pass, Derrek left and never came back. 45 minutes and never saw him again.
I guess he really had to go. Either that, or I got duped.
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Alex points out that maybe that's actually how they take your DNA... they take away your beans, and then are no longer human!
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