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[indiglo123]

Intensives started yesterday. I walk into class and greet the students. WHOA What is that sickly smell? I look around the classroom, casually walk by the trash can, but nothing. The smell was simply foul. The students were complaining and I had to look at the bottom of my shoes just to make sure I didn't step in dogs poop Nope!

About ten minutes into class I walk by this kid. (my stomach is turning as I write this) The rotten, puke, vomit smell was coming from this 12 year old kid. I managed to get through class with the window wide open. Anyways, during our class meeting I told my boss about how the kid was letting off this offensive odor. I basically told her she had to do something about it and she agreed.

Walked into class this morning, and the kids hair is soaking wet. Hmmm. I guess he must of been told, but I am trying to imangine how my boss the word across. What do you do, just call up the parents and say "YOUR KID STINKS!" Everything was fine and dandy.

Third period of class today. I walk into class after break and and struck by another offensive stink WHAT THE HELL. There is dog CRAP everywhere. MY GOD! I thought. What's going on here? Some kid went outside during the break and stepped in the stuff. She was sitting in her seat like nothing happened. I ran out and told my boss that someone stepped in dung. So she comes in and gets all the students to lift up their feet until she find the culprit. They go off to the bathroom and I have to teach for a full 45 minutes in a classroom smelling of dogs pooh

I wonder what surprises I am in for tomorrow. YEEEAH I cannot wait. I swear, if someone vomits I am just walking out.

YUCK YUCK (where's that vomit emoticon?)

[ThreeDogNight]

I know what you mean.

[Clutch Cargo]

I had a kindergarten student in my class a few weeks back and luckily I only saw it after the event because if I'd seen it happening I would have been down there with him calling for Ralf.

The other kids just and the Korean teacher cleaned it up.

Here's a dancing banana

[tsgarp]

My African-American art professor (the subject not necessarily her ethnicity) used to hold an end of the year party at her house every year where she would invite 30 or so of her best students to show us her incredibly extensive collection of art pieces. During the course of one evening there emanated a smell most foul. I saw several students discreetly lifting their feet and checking and I did as well. Seeing nothing on the soles of my shoes I quietly cursed the offending party as the evening went on. Nobody spoke up but at 10 when we all left, several people commented on the rude bastard that been dragging shite around all night. Got home and noticed aforementioned smell had not dissipated. I was right, there was no shite on my soles, but there was a nice chunk on my heel where it had worn down on the back.