I had the opportunity to fill in for a teacher in a kindergarten class. It was in a small, smalltown school that had children only in the early grades.
They were just "baby" students. They were all eager to learn and to be good like I wanted them to be.
But sometimes their energy overtook them and they could hardly be still. This was obvious at rest time right after lunch and recess.
One student had the name of Lucky. He was cute as a button. His parents dressed him in a shirt that said, "I'm cute and adorable." I wonder if he knew what his shirt said and that it made him even cuter.
After coming in from lunch recess. All the students were lined up getting drinks. Lucky came up to me with his hand covering his mouth. His cheeks were puffed out. I thought he just needed a drink so I told him to go stand in line for a drink and then stand against the wall to wait.
Then about a minute or so later I saw him. His hand was still covering his mouth. He needed to throw up. A big trash can was nearby so I pulled it down for him. There wasn't too much. Then a kind teacher came by and told me to take him to the office. She watched my class while we went.
Lucky came back about an hour later. He was feeling okay. For some reason his parent wasn't able to pick him up. He had about one more an hour left before school was over. He was full of energy when he came back to class at the end of the day, just as if nothing had happened.
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