It would be funny if it happened to someone else!

It's official, as of this past Monday I am a true blue teacher. No, I didn't get my teaching certificate. No I didn't take some special course. I am officially a teacher because one of my students, who shall remain nameless in case his parents ever google me, threw up on me.
Yes, throw up - on my pants. The entire school got to see his breakfast since he decided to lose it during Chapel.
I really did feel bad for the boy, but I also was so grossed out. Fortunately for all of us my stomach was empty, so that when I started gagging in response nothing came out. I took care of my student, another teacher took my class back to the classroom, and then I calmly went to the bathroom and did the best I could to get the remains of his breakfast off of my pants. All day I kept thinking "there's dried vomit on my pants, this is so gross, I just want to go home."
Needless to say, the minute I got home those pants went in the wash, and went through twice!

It's Christmas Time in the City

There is a Christmas song out there that has the refrain "We'll have a hot Christmas, boy it's gonna burn you up!" Yes, the lyricist was from Florida, yes he knew what he was talking about, yes I wish it was cold.
I'll I want for Christmas is that it actually feels like Christmas!