четверг, 16 октября 2008 г.

While volunteering at a special school

for 6th form community services, I was oh so luckily invited to help look after class 7, the most.. "problematic" class...
and it was wednesday afternoon, time for our weekly trip out into the real world.

Today, we were going to a very old mansion, national trust and all that, where all the local proms etc were usually held.
anyway, i had the pleasure of looking after francis, who was about 9 years old, and a bugger to keep hold of.

after a good twenty minutes of gripping his hand, he managed to twist himself free and go running off into the antique sewing machine exhibition. i can't see him, and am begining to panic...

until i notice what MUST be a shit stain on the floor... a long smeared trail of runny shit leads me to francis, whos somehow managed to get shit on his fingers, which hes pressing against a glass display case for one of those sewing machines... with a big lump of semi solid shit just resting on teh top of his shoe.

..i let one of the real teachers clean him up :|

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