when I was in kindergarten a kid always leaned back in his chair. the teacher constantly scolded him for doing it.
one day she has to go to the next class over to grab some supplies. kid leans back in his chair. they just waxed the floors. chair slips out from under him and he falls headfirst onto the floor.
I still remember the cracking sound when his skull split open. blood gushed out of the back of his head while he laid there, twitching. the room was silent. you know how fucked up a situation is when a classroom of 30 kindergartners is dead silent. pool of blood is growing around him, probably about as big as he is. his blond hair is matted and sticky with the blood.
teacher came back, was calm and called for help. ambulance shows up and the EMTs along with this boys sobbing parents cart him out on a stretcher.
kid shows up like four months later. serious TBI, his eyes are all fucked up and talks with a bit of a slur/impediment. we were kind of friends before that but he never talked to me after. looking back he might have just forgot about me due to the TBI.
when I was in kindergarten a kid always leaned back in his chair. the teacher constantly scolded him for doing it.
one day she has to go to the next class over to grab some supplies. kid leans back in his chair. they just waxed the floors. chair slips out from under him and he falls headfirst onto the floor.
I still remember the cracking sound when his skull split open. blood gushed out of the back of his head while he laid there, twitching. the room was silent. you know how fucked up a situation is when a classroom of 30 kindergartners is dead silent. pool of blood is growing around him, probably about as big as he is. his blond hair is matted and sticky with the blood.
teacher came back, was calm and called for help. ambulance shows up and the EMTs along with this boys sobbing parents cart him out on a stretcher.
kid shows up like four months later. serious TBI, his eyes are all fucked up and talks with a bit of a slur/impediment. we were kind of friends before that but he never talked to me after. looking back he might have just forgot about me due to the TBI.
never lean back in your chair.
“Hello 911? It’s me, teacher. … Yeah. … Yeah, yeah, yeah, another one. … Okay, see you in a minute.”