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[cachegurl]

EWWWW!! I'm sure there were a few! I wasn't one of them though...lol

[followsthewolf]

Neither was I. Just the chlorine smell...........

[cachegurl]

 

[followsthewolf]

Yep. Instant yak-up.

[cachegurl]

I do remember some of the kids in my class eating the paste or glue. I never could work up the nerve to do that either.

[followsthewolf]

In fourth grade, Jerome Smith ate three jars of paste. He felt ill. He sat there, looking worse each passing moment.

Looking as white as the paste he ate, he then rose and walked toward Mrs. Gran's desk.

She looked up just in time to see the three jars of paste return to the viewable world accompanied by a horrible, wracking, guttural squawk from the throat of a wild-eyed Jerome.

The sheer volume of the deposit left on the desk of one of our most beloved elementary teachers was the cause of discussion for years after.

[cachegurl]

Oh my! How awful!! Poor little guy!

[Sandy Eggo]

What about the teacher? Yuck!  There was a kid in my elementary school that ate my crayons. Years later he still smelled like Crayola to me. 

[followsthewolf]

Jerome was a bit of a gastronomic celebrity at our little elementary school out in the country.

I won't disturb you with additional tales of exactly what he ate, or the sheer volume of the consumption, but let us suffice to say that it was horrifyingly prodigious. 

[Sandy Eggo]

OMG "gastronomic celebrity" is the most hilarious label I've seen used for someone....ever (I think) 

Please do share though, he sounds like quite a treat. LOL

[followsthewolf]

What about the teacher? Yuck!  There was a kid in my elementary school that ate my crayons. Years later he still smelled like Crayola to me. 

Yeah. I was reminded of this incident years later, when the hurling came across my desk at one of my earliest teaching jobs in a seventh-grade classroom.

The student hadn't eaten anything unusual, just had a severe stomach upset.

Apparently my desk was the most appealing place to display his illness.

Wish that he'd chosen the waste basket.

[cachegurl]

If that would have been me, I would have probably joined in the yakking fest. I can't handle seeing someone get sick. 

[Sandy Eggo]

We all  have defining moments in our lives that make us realize that we're in the "right place" and sometimes it's something like FTW described that makes it clear. When my daughter was an infant, she got a virus that the doctor said, "it just needs to run it's course".  Well, it "ran it's course" all over the front of me...several times, but I wasn't phased and I don't think I even flinched. I wiped off, changed shirts and picked her right back up. I'd do it again today. I love being a mom.


(sorry to get serious on y'all there...that thought just struck me)

[followsthewolf]

Apparently you aren't alone in the symbiotic hurling response, cachegurl

Without expounding in too much detail (lest the yakking begin again at various locations this forum reaches), I can safely say that it was a little like dropping a single ping-pong ball into a roomful of mousetraps loaded with them.

Obligatory spewing came and went in all directions.

Lunch spaghetti was reviewed over and over again, in all its saucy glory.

The janitor had to use a hand truck to haul up the 55 gallon drum of pink absorbent granules to dispose of the lost pasta.

[cachegurl]

Now, ironically enough, I didn't have a problem with my child throwing up...well, most of the time. It's seeing other people that I don't know that gets me. I would never make it as a contestant on Fear Factor...I can bearly watch them yak on TV and they don't even show that much of it.