It's 9:30 a.m. The students are filed in their rows, writing their answers to the focus question on the board. I see a boy in the front row making an odd face. He asks for a tissue. It's not long before I notice the tissue is bloody, and he is making an even weirder face.
"I pulled out my tooth; can I get a drink of water?" said the boy.
"Yes, and would you like an envelope for your tooth?" said the teacher.
"I guess..." he said.
I was delivering the envelope to his desk while he was out of the room when I noticed the tooth as it sat still bloody on page 11 of the boy's Spanish book.
It was the first time I've ever thought I was going to vomit while teaching.
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