Today.
I am a very nasty person.

I was going to tell you about the lesson where I told a group of 11 year olds that the pictures on the screen were drawn by a little man who lived in the box (I am an ICT teacher.) I was also going to relate how, at the end of the lesson, I forgot to tell them it was a joke. I'm not going to tell you that one.

A small child at school today lost part of her finger when it was trapped. I was talking to the colleague who told me about it when I then remembered that I teach her.

"Well," I said. "I'll tell her to pull her finger out in my lesson tomorrow if she doesn't work hard enough."

That kid was still bleeding when I said that, they hadn't even gone to the hospital yet. Although the finger was on ice, it was still warm.

My colleague guffawed. I turned pale as I realised that I am now, irrevocably, destined for hell.

I deserve it.

Edit. (and while I wrote this she was probably undergoing surgery for it)
( Occulus Swallowed, instead of spat, on, Mon 15 Dec 2008, 18:43, Reply)