Personal Hygiene
There comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
There comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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Mr Banks was his name. An angry man he was. Very Angry.
Anyway. He had, according to local school lore* a medical condition that meant he sweated a lot.
Personally I think it was his aversion to anti-persperant myself...
Anyway, his classroom had windows on 2 side - South and West facing. And it was a small room. And in summer - the room had a special smell. And not a good on either.
At the start of a class, we'd walk in and comment lightly on the faint smell - as the class progressed he sweated more and more. And he didn't like to open the windows. The odd thing was that what you really didn't want to do was go to the loo during the class...
Odd, you might think, but the simple reason for this was that once you were out, you'd breathe in fresh (Well, fresh for a secondary school) air - so returning to the BO room was hell - you would be almost hit by this wall of smell. It was NOT nice.
It was, however, far worse if you were his 4pm class. After a hot day.
Actual vomiting occured upon entering the class and first breaths were taken.
Makes me feel sick thinking about it now actually - Or is that my massive hangover?
* I'm sure every school has/had a local school lore - usually involving some affair, bodies buried under classrooms, etc...
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 14:16, Reply)
Mr Banks was his name. An angry man he was. Very Angry.
Anyway. He had, according to local school lore* a medical condition that meant he sweated a lot.
Personally I think it was his aversion to anti-persperant myself...
Anyway, his classroom had windows on 2 side - South and West facing. And it was a small room. And in summer - the room had a special smell. And not a good on either.
At the start of a class, we'd walk in and comment lightly on the faint smell - as the class progressed he sweated more and more. And he didn't like to open the windows. The odd thing was that what you really didn't want to do was go to the loo during the class...
Odd, you might think, but the simple reason for this was that once you were out, you'd breathe in fresh (Well, fresh for a secondary school) air - so returning to the BO room was hell - you would be almost hit by this wall of smell. It was NOT nice.
It was, however, far worse if you were his 4pm class. After a hot day.
Actual vomiting occured upon entering the class and first breaths were taken.
Makes me feel sick thinking about it now actually - Or is that my massive hangover?
* I'm sure every school has/had a local school lore - usually involving some affair, bodies buried under classrooms, etc...
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 14:16, Reply)
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