Day Fifteen
Today I derived some level of ’sick’ pleasure from looking after a little boy in first form called ‘Jonny’ who vomited over his desk. Five minutes before the bell rang for home time, amidst the hubbub of learning, his mate said the words “Miss…. Jonny’s been sick.’ The class went daft, screaming, laughing, pretending to ‘chunder’. The poor chap was green. I sent the class home three minutes early and they all ran out the door, screaming as though a bomb may explode at any moment. Jonny sat, embarrassed and asked me to phone his Mum.I felt I bonded with Jonny today, I let him hold my Samsung D900 even though he still he had splashes of vomit on his fingers. I had moment when I actually thought WWJD? He touched lepers, I should let Jonny borrow my phone. His little green face looked so helpless and genuinely grateful that I was staying behind till his mummy came and collected him. There’s no other job quite like it.
