The joys of teaching...

One of the parents called me today and asked if it would be okay for her daughter to come to my house for piano lessons even though she had lice.........................................

Hmmm............................. My first year of student teaching had a student with lice that spread it to a whole bunch of other kids. And then the same kid kept coming back with lice throughout the year. They missed a lot of school.

I wanted to say no, but I had to politically correct cuz the mom was a nurse. Technically, they send kids back to school after 2 days, and it had been 3. She started to describe how lice starts off as a niche (eggs) before hatching into babies. From there, it takes 5-7 days before they become adults. When they become adults they move a lot faster, and drop out of hair and that's when they spread to others. In other words, she would have infected my house last week when she came to lessons. So, if she was going miss lessons, it should have been last week, and not this week. Ugh!

I heard that once you get lice, you have to clean everything... EVERYTHING! If lice starts on one kid, it always spreads in a classroom, it just keeps spreading and circulating within the class because even though parents get ride of the lice in the hair, they don't get rid of it in the car, or in the carpet, or from the towels. So, then they end up getting lice again and passing it on to the other kids without knowing it.

So, if the student was going to infect me, my mom and my dad, she would have done it last week when the adult lice was alive. Supposidly, all of the adult lice are now dead and there are only niches left. It still grosses me out. She said that the adult lice were big... maybe half the size of rice. And the babies and eggs are so small, that you can't see them because they are transparent. You can only see some of the babies because they have sucked blood from you already, and even still, it would just be speck of dust. Sick!

I immediately became itchy all over. I have calculated that if I got lice, it would be about today or tomorrow that the baby lice will become adults and start hatching eggs on my scalp. I have also calculated and anyone sitting in the pews on Sunday should be weary because I was lying in a couple different pews on Sunday after church.

Dedicated to JAckson

Well... today marks the first day in a while that I have been bored enough to check up on people's blog and ultimately update my own. Yeah, I guess you can take credit for inspiring me to update my own.

Today is Jackson's birthday so I was instructed -ahem, I mean... I chose to come home to have dinner with my brother. Who would've ever known that it is so hard to stay awake this long. I am so tired, my back is killing me, I'm hungry, we have no TV to watch, and I just want to sleep. Yes, I'm getting old... but Jackson is even older than I am! Yes, this blog is dedicated to my dear brother, Jackson. Happy Birthday.

I dread Wednesdays. Wednesdays are the day that I have choir practice with my Grades 4-6's. They have such attitute problems and are so... pre-teen! It's awful. We're preparing for a performance at Southcentre Mall on March 21st at 1:45pm so if you want to come see them you're welcomed to.

On another note, today the grade 1's came to music with two fingers up their nose... One of the very boys said to me, 'Miss Chan, is it me? Or does something smell really bad?'. It was an honest question that he was asking. I tried to avoid the question and then tried to change the topic really quickly. Unfortunately, when you're only 6 years old, you tend to stay focused on one thing at a time. One of the other boys continued to talk to me saying 'I don't know who it is exactly Miss Chan, but it's the person sitting in the back with the orange shirt on.' There was only 1 person in the back and only 1 person with an orange shirt on. Man, I felt so bad for him... but it really did stink like poo. Exactly like poo. I am confident that it was poo. It was bad. It was strong and you could smell it even if you were half way across the room. It was then, that I was grateful that I am not a grade 1 teacher. I dont' think I could deal with it...