it had to happen sometime.  and it was today.


a kid threw up in class. 9.15 am.  no warning.  we were just reading a story--i was reading, they were following along in their books at their desks.  then, "she just threw up."  and i looked.  and i saw.  and i buzzed the office.  and i walked "she" to the office--all chunky and smelly.


and i still love my job.


59 days. yes, we're in the 50's!