There goes my week. And my lunch.Normally, if anyone is going to be ill in one of my classes, it's the kids. It's no surprise, given the viruses they come in with from home and the complete lack of hand washing, tissue using, and mouth covering. I don't go over two weeks without someone in the younger classes going home sick after throwing up in the bathrooms during flu season.
Today completely skewed my average.
The Joker thought it would be...
funny to send dead puppies to my classroom.
Among other things The few kids who saw had to go home after crying for a good thirty minutes ending in dry heaves and I can't say I blame them. I managed to wait until they were gone to be ill myself. It wouldn't have gotten to me, but well... it's not the kind of thing you actually expect at work. Happy birthday, right?
Normally I wouldn't mention this here, but just in case anyone
hadn't figured out how sick he was? There you go. I've never done anything to him aside from being my father's daughter. I get sent to an entirely different universe and he's still here, terrorising me. I'm not the police commissioner; I'm not my father. I'm just a librarian and a second grade substitute teacher, yet here we are. I'm a wheelchair and there were dead beagles in my classroom.
[as Babs][Bruce and Helena]Dead beagle puppies, a Batgirl costume, and a joke handbook to being Batman. The latter two were labelled from you and Terry, Bruce. His sense of humour hasn't changed at all.
Don't mention it to the kids.
[Joker]There are better and easier ways to get our attention. Rest assured, you have it. I hope you're prepared for the consequences.