Don't remember that but I remeber that I would wander around the classes I got told to glue myself to my chair. I got so tired of hearing this so I ended up doing it. I smeared a glue stick over my pants and sat myself down. My teacher asked me to stand up and pulled the chair up with me and yelled but you said to glue myself to my chair.
She told the story to everyone class for the next 20 years. I worked in the same area and got asked by kids about it all the time.
Don't know if anyone laugh but some clapped.
Once I was in a car with my cousin, fealing kinda sick, so I had a towel on my lap in case I threw up. I did end up throwing up, but I did so on my cousin, which prompted him to throw up right back on me.
Yep. I remember his name too. We sat around a fake human skeleton and he puked. The teacher heaved him up and rushed him out the room, presumably to get the puke outside, but just ended up adding to the mess with a puke trail.
Don't ask me to remember what I did last week though.
Me too. Couldn't quite make it to the bathroom. I remember our first grade teacher asked me to come to her office and told me to next time throw up in the bathroom.
I've always wondered if people who don't have as many old memories are less likely to have depression, so as someone who doesn't have many old memories feel free to add to my data pool...
I suspect that you had concerns your kid wasn't feeling bad, proceeded not to believe them when they said they were fine, then got to clean up puke during your lunch.
Yup that's me. In Latin class I was very sick and I was too shy to interrupt the teacher and go to the infirmary and puked all over some guy's backpack.
He had to leave school with a trash bag containing what he could salvage from the mess.
I don't remember there being a student in my class that did that, but there was a kid in 2nd grade who could pretty much see his veins. You looked at him and always saw his blue veins all over. Don't know how common that is for 2nd graders, but it was a thing I remember.
My version of this story happened in the gymnasium. My class, along with the students from three other classes, were all formed up as a choir and had just wrapped up practicing a song for the school's Christmas play. One kid let loose, and the whole assembly made a very hasty (and disorderly) retreat, leaving the poor guy standing in a puddle of his own vomit.
Oh yeah, it'd happen a few times a year. Seemed to be more frequent on the bus, which makes sense considering how bumpy the ride was. I still remember the bus driver using sawdust to clean it up.
I remember one kid puked, then Matt slipped in the puke wearing Penny loafers and wore his socks and shoes the rest of the day despite it all, and another kid puked from the smell (they were good for a puked anytime someone else did).