But not on me, as long as I've got my ninja-like reflexes and danger of impending sympathy-gag.
Yes, it's true. Today one of my students, the girl sitting right next to me, completely blew chunks everywhere, no warning at all. She was maybe ten or eleven, and this was no dribble either. It was all over her books, the table, her front, in a puddle on the floor....*loses appetite*
Over the past few years of babysitting I've been gradually coming to term with other people's bodily functions and fluids. Apparently this will not change now that I'm with Korean children vs. American ones. I was getting pretty wicked-good at the diaper changing back home. My class of second-graders likes to play the "who farted" game. The constant hocking of loogies by old Korean men around here is nasty, but dodging is only a matter of some quick stepping when you hear that tell-tale "HHHHHHOOOCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
I wasn't there yet with the barf.
But it turned out okay. And it killed about 10 minutes of classtime, so everybody wins, right?
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