My classroom sounds like a tuberculosis ward.
Kids are coughing and hacking all over the place. Their eyes are glassy and bleary. They have headaches. They come in, lay their heads down, and just want to stay there all period. I've filled out so many "go to the nurse" forms that I've had to go make extra copies as I ran out.
On Monday we had 20 kids (out of 96) absent.
Tuesday we had 16.
Wednesday was 18.
Today we're back up to 20.
Some of them are starting to come back after about five days out. For some it's the flu. For others it's strep. For others, who knows? Of course they all think they've got swine flu (thank you dear media for that one) and are nearly beside themselves because it means They Are All Going to Die.
Of course, letting them know that yes, the regular flu can kill you too, isn't really a great idea. They'd probably all just crawl under their desks and prepare to die.
What's weird? Very few of the teachers have been out. Go figure. We'll probably be the last to get sick and all be sick the same week.
And to think...it's only September.