…not really, because I had to stay late.

Anyways, I went downstairs to make a billion copies.

My coteacher came in to ask me something, then she left.

She came back in a moment later, followed by two 6th grade boys. One was clutching his finger, and it was covered in blood. Apparently he and his friend had been playing with a boxcutter. Korean students carry them in their pencil cases to sharpen their pencils. It scares the shit out of me. They’re allowed to carry knives in school!

The nurse wasn’t around, so my coteacher yells for some bandaids, but there aren’t any. So they find gauze, but it’s easily soaked.

My coteacher yells at another woman to call someone. Several other teachers show up to watch, stand around, and wonder what they should do.

She holds the boy’s finger in gauze. The wound is too deep for the small bandaid we managed to find.

The boy had been bleeding for a long time in the classroom before he came downstairs. He started feeling woozy, and he collapsed.

My coteacher roused him awake. He sat on the floor, took a look at the bloody gauze, and passed out again. His friend cradled his head in his arms.

Eventually, the nurse showed up, and my coteacher took him next door to her office. She came back and forth to the copy room to bring the boy several cups of water. Later, him mom came to pick him up. She walked down the hallway with him, holding his hand high above his head.

As if the day hadn’t been crazy enough already.