That's right. Poop. In his pants. In the middle of class. And I was teaching so my co-teacher Phil had to deal with it.
In other news I'm finishing up here and getting ready to drive back to Denver on Saturday. I'm super excited to be getting back, getting an apartment, and starting real life. I am so excited, first of all to get the hell out of Texas but also to start setting up my classroom and buy furniture and decorate my apartment and all that.
But none of that is as exciting as the fact that our class contains the only student to soil himself in all of summer school.
2 comments:
Hahahahahaha
He pulled an Emily.
And by kid you mean, boyfriend, who had come to watch you teach only to soil himself because he had become incontinent in old age.
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