Yesterday my son, Will, called me at school to tell me that he burned his finger on hot glue in the art classroom at the Jr. High. He wanted me to tell the secretary that he could have Tylenol. That was first period. The burn left the entire pad of his right index finger white and blistered. Fourth period for him is PE. He didn't want to play basketball with the class because of the burnt finger and asked the teacher if he could write a report instead of participate. The teacher said 'no, just use your left hand'. So he did. He managed to jam the middle finger on his left hand when someone passed him the ball. When I picked him up, he was in tears with an icepack on his left hand. He was sure the finger was broken. I wasn't sure, neither was the doctor when I took Will to see him. So we spent the evening at the hospital waiting for x-rays to reveal the truth.
The truth? No breaks. Still, it was a pretty rotten day for Will. Now he has bandages on both hands and rehearsals for his band concert next Thursday.
1 comments:
I think I would have a few words with that gym teacher.
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