Thursday, October 2, 2008
Scarred for Life
When I was in 5th grade, something happened to me that has scarred me for life. It was the first day of school, the day was over and we were all lined up at the door waiting for the bell to ring so we could leave. The boy who sat behind me had gone to the nurse because he did not feel well but the nurse could see nothing wrong with him so she sent him back to class. After all, school was almost over and he was going home anyway. While we were waiting in line, I feel something wet and nasty shoot all over my back; all over my new first day of school outfit. Dick Duncan had just barfed all over the place and most of it had landed all over my back. The teacher hurried all of us out the door. She was completely unaware if it drenching the entire back of me. The obedient child that I was did just as I was told and got the heck out of there. I was too shy to tell her that he had barfed all over me. My mom worked so I always rode the bus to and from school. We would wait in lines on the hot playground for them to call us to our bus. Because our school district did not have enough buses to go around, we would have to sometimes wait a while until the bus was finished dropping of kids from other schools to come get us. It seemed like an eternity that day. Once we were on the unairconditioned bus, the smell only got worse. It was hot and we had pizza for lunch that day. The dude was sick and the barf was sour. I am getting nauseous just talking about it. The smell was so bad that, I thought that at any moment I was going to barf, too. The bus trip was so long. I went to the gifted and talented school in Corpus and so it was not anywhere close to my house. Not to mention, the bus had several stops before it got to my street. So...I sat in barf for what seemed like forever. When I got home I ran in and immediately took a LONG shower. I thought I would never get the smell off me. Looking back on it, I think the smell was just stuck in my nose. My mom washed my clothes, but I never wore them ever again. The boy did not come to school the next day but did return the day after that. He sat behind me and I lived in fear that he was going to barf on me again. This event has scarred me for life. I am extremely barfaphobic. If my kids tell me they don't feel good, I immediately say "Are you going to barf? Go to the potty!" My kids probably think I'm crazy. So...yesterday I was cleaning out the kids closets to make room for all the wonderful fall clothes. Gates came walking down the hall fussing and calling my name. When he got in Elisabeth's bed room, he said my name one more time. My immediate reaction was "Gates, what's wrong? Are you going to barf?" He said "no mom I just couldn't find you." I felt so bad. Here my poor child just wanted to find where I was and the first thing I thought was is he going to barf. Then this morning when Beck woke up he came and got in bed with us. He was laying on my pillow with me and I hear him burp. I immediately sit up and pull him up as to run to the bathroom with him and say "Are you going to barf?" He says "No I just burp." Again I feel like such a crazy person. My barfaphobia is out of control! Josh says I need counseling. I say I'm scarred for life!