Dear best nurse in the whole wide world who will probably get flowers from me real soon:
First, I want to apologize for being out of the building today. I had a very important training session that I could NOT get out of. Believe me, I tried. (Well. Maybe not.) After sending letters of apology to five different subs this year, I RELUCTANTLY agreed to attend this session against my better judgment. (It appears I have never, really, had good judgment.)
I want to thank you, however, for emailing me at 8:45 this morning to inform me that one of my star offenders had “accidently” bitten one of his classmates while disagreeing over who grabbed the “Go Dog Go” book first.
Apparently that was the best part of the day.
According to the copious notes left by a substitute who might never come to our school again, there were many children who felt the need to visit your office. And when I say many, I mean every single one of them.
It MIGHT have been because I pretty much never EVER let them go. And what I mean is, after teaching kindergarten for a thousand years, I have learned a few things.
I don’t let them go to the nurse if they see a friend go; if they show me a cut from the night before; if they have a tooth that they SAY hurts but is located in the roof of their mouth; if they think they have a fever but say it with a smile; if they say their tummy hurts RIGHT before snack; or if they have an important event after school that has them so excited that they don’t realize it’s butterflies in their stomach and NOT the “bomit” stuff.
So now that you’ve been properly introduced to almost EVERYONE in my class, I want to assure you that you PROBABLY won't see most of them again.
Until my next teacher training day. (Of course.)