Every year we have some kids who are just special. I think we still get them in middle school before they get a chance to weed themselves out of society ie- the kids who still play in traffic or have not yet figured out that running with scissors is a bad idea.
One such kid was in my assistant a while back. Aside from the usual silliness that 7th grade boys have, this kiddo could take it to a whole new level. Well the ultimate act of bone-headiness happened the day before a pre-uil contest. For those of you outside the music circle, these are VERY important to us music folks as we have only one chance to prove our months of prep.
As you can imagine, a lot of time is spent on focus, having proper dress, going over the itinerary, etc. Most people know that I can be a pretty laid back dude- but when it comes to my job I pride myself on being very detailed oriented and having a plan for almost anything that comes up.
So here we are- fifty little 7th and 8th graders in black dresspants and white dress shirts with dark ties. We are waiting on the bus and my assistant is working on getting the kids focused and prepared to leave. Somewhere in the back of the room one student is trying to keep packing up equipment (which is what he should have been doing). Our 'special' kiddo decided to block the door with his foot- which is something that would definitely be in character for him. Well the responsible kid didn't appreciate this and decided to push the bonehead.
I just see him fall from the where I am standing. As I dart to the back doing my teacher walk, which is pretty fast for a 6'4 sasquatch with long legs, I already have in my head the usual speech. (You're a disgrace, what were you thinking, you smell bad, nobody likes you, etc.- J/K) When I arrive bone head has his hand on his head with his perfected 'I don't know how this happened' look. OOOOOH I hated that look- reminds me of the Spurs getting fouled in playoff basketball.
Before I could say a word, he removed his hand from his head and a giant squirt of blood comes pouring out. After the initial shock, I stood him up and calmly said 'come with me'. By the time we reached the door you could follow the blood trail and his nice crisp white shirt was about 30% covered in blood. Thank goodness the nurse is right down the hall and I was able to get him out of there before many kids knew what was going on.
Long story short- he didn't go to contest (along with the kid who pushed him), the band suffered, and instead of learning his lesson our bone head would be back in my room doing the same sort of thing just a month later. Ahhh, I still have the memories (and the stains) to remind me...
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