At lunch today I was sitting in the teachers lounge/hiding place when I heard a familiar sound -a classroom door swing open much too fast, it slamming into the wall it's attached to, and then glass shattering.
This time it was a little too loud.
Being the awesome human being I am, despite me not being on duty I decide to go help clean up.
Glass and blood.
I'll find out more on Monday but this is what happened. A student *tried to* fling the door open by pressing on the glass window pane. Actually, I'm pretty sure the door was a bit jammed so he punched the glass. If it wasn't glass he was punching, the action would have made sense. I often kick my classroom door open if the bottom get's stuck.
So this poor child punched through glass.
And this isn't the kind of glass you'd find in a modern American home.
This is fucking GLASS. The kind that used to be made, but was discontinued because when it shatters it turns into knives.
The boy's hand was wrapped, he was shuttled to a car, and they gunned it to the hospital.
David, Boy, and I were cleaning up and pulling the remnants out of the window and David kept remarking how badly this student's hand looked -said the cut was real deep, real ugly.
Later that day I got to see a photo of the wound, taken at the hospital.
It was around the outside part of his hand, pinky side. The wound was straight to bone and the cut was so clean it looked like a surgeon flayed the side of his hand wide open. The glass also severed the tendon and the surgeons "couldn't find it."
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