About 15 minutes before the doors to the school are open and the kids are unleashed into the hallways I was working in my room. I turned around and one of my students, T.C. was standing right behind me. I am a nervous person, so I gasped and jumped back. I laughed and said, “you scared me! I wasn’t expecting anybody in here so early. How did you get in?” “He just stands there and stares, then his lip started to quiver.”
“Are you okay? What is the matter?”
Quivering lip, staring at me.
“Sit down, honey. What’s going on? Why are you upset?”
tears welling up in his eyes.
“Oh no, do you need anything? How can I help you?”
“It’s okay, you can tell me anything.”
Crying buckets now.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” (At this point I am convinced that somebody died, was arrested, his house burned down or he witnessed a shooting or something.)
“I swallowed a piece of candy.”
“Well, is that it?”
“How big was it?”
holds up his fingers, about nickel sized.
“Honey, you are going to be fine, your stomach has chemicals in it that will turn the candy into smaller pieces. You’re going to live.”
“You scared me! I thought somebody was really hurt! Now go get some water.”
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An Elementary School Teacher in the Show Me State