Wednesday, September 28, 2011

I Am The School Nurse

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I am the school nurse.
I wonder why some kids aren’t healthy enough to attend school.
I hear their whispers behind her back as she walks in the cafeteria.
I see hope, wonder, and light inside the eyes of the students I help.
I want everyone to be healthy & happy- is that too much to ask?

I am the school nurse.
I pretend all kids look forward to school and are ready to listen & learn.
I feel 14 eyes staring at me while they wait patiently for their turn.
I am touched by the gentle tears and kindness of a mom who offers help

to  students she doesn’t know (yet)

 whose offers of help give in ways that she and I probably don’t fully understand (yet). 

I worry about students who don’t have enough
food at home to make them feel full.
I cry inside when students tell me they think no one cares about them.

I am the school nurse.
I understand that things aren’t always as they seem.
I say take responsibility for all of your actions.
I dream about Magaly, Sam, Bryan, Brandon, Kirbie
my grandparents, and my dad in heaven.
I try to remember that there isn’t always a tomorrow- so be kind and nice today.
I hope that I help (really help) at least one student every day.
I am the school nurse.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Shel Silverstein Poem

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Has anyone else seen this? ...
  1. Student A walks into your office complaining they are extremely ill & must go home.
  2. Assessment complete-general complaints, no fever, no other signs of being contagious.
  3. Student A denies all comfort measures.
  4. Student A insists a call to parents is made and wants permission to go home.
  5. Parent agrees (or perhaps parent gives in)....
  6. Student A leaves the office and is seen "high-fiving" a friend in the hallway with a great BIG smile!!!
No joke... Seen it happen!!

Reminds me of a great poem by Shel Silverstein!

    Sick by Shel Silverstein

"I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
 Read the entire poem by purchasing a copy of the book here-  

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Lunch Ladies

The following poem was written
by a former student who promises
 (or threatens, I'm not sure... ha ha)
to return one day to be the boss!

This poem shows how much our lunch ladies
(and one gentleman) are appreciated!

Lunch Ladies 
to the ladies of lunch lady land,
we thank you for your helping hand

from cookies with frosting and sprinkles
the size as big as my shoe

you always have time to feed all of us
even the ones that make a big fuss

around thanksgiving i feel at home
the turkey and taters are great on their own

you always keep that great smile
even though you’ve been there quite a long while

you do so much for the students and staff
singing happy birthday and making us laugh

the smallest things can mean so much
like making a tray for the kid on a crutch

we’re like one big family -
the ladies of lunch lady land,
we thank you again for your helping hand!