It's really hard to believe, but the kid lived

So, I discovered that there was a huge, industrial-sized staple sticking out of my classroom’s carpet. I discovered it because one of my students was rolling around on the ground and sliced his leg open. Holy shit - he was gushing blood and screaming. I started cleaning him up with my roll of toilet paper (which I use as my whiteboard eraser) and my TA ran out then back into the class room. She brought with her THE RAG. THE RAG is the source of the death/decay smell that’s coming from our school’s balcony where the school’s sink is at and where the school’s Chinese staff prepare their meals everyday. See, they cook meat for every meal and they use THE RAG to clean up all of the bloody meat messes from their chopping block and to wash their dishes. Since there isn’t any soap out there, nothing is ever properly cleaned and that nasty, disgusting, rag has become absolutely putrid but they just keep using it - day after day after day.

That very rag, it was used to clean up my student’s cut. Why didn’t I stop this? I don’t know - it just happened so fast - I was too in shock - too worried about getting The Plague from the kid’s blood - too excited about telling Brandon about this and about writing this all down. So, it happened, THE RAG was pushed into his cut until all of the bleeding stopped. It then got used to scrub the blood out of the carpet (wow- she got a lot out for not having soap or any cleaning sprays) and then it was rinsed out (still no soap) and left right next to the chopping block to be used for lunch the next day.

One last thing - a few days later I noticed that no one had taken care of the giant staple sticking out of the carpet. I told my bitch-boss to have someone take care of it and no one ever did. I had to pry it out with two pairs of scissors because I‘m sure they would have never did it. It’s really, really, really sad that I’M the one that cares the most about the safety of my Chinese students - because let me tell you….