Today, while I was administering the AP Biology Exam, Chicky’s third period teacher paid me a visit. In her hands was a note that read, “Chicky needs Midol.”
I looked at her and mouthed, “Does she have a headache?”
“No,” Ms. H. said. “Her stomach is not feeling right, and she has chills.”
Ugh. I thought she might be getting the flu, with the chills and all.
I wrote a note to Chicky: “Check out, cancel your internship and babysitting for the day, and take your temperature.”
The teacher quietly left, and I finished up with the exam.
I headed to the office to sign out for the day, turning on my phone as I walked.
I had the following voicemail from Chicky:
Mama, I’m not sick. I just need Midol. I’m not gonna take my temperature. I feel fine. I’m not canceling internship, and I’m not canceling babysitting. I just need to go poop and take Midol. I’m fine. Alright. Goodbye.
Um, yeah. I guess you could say she didn’t mince words, eh?
When I got to the office, I looked at the student check out log and saw she had checked back in shortly after checking out.
I guess she wasn’t kidding.
Indeed, she was alright.
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