Bloody Rocks
In first grade, Dylan Moore and I were in Kristin Peltier’s class. Dylan and I were troublemakers when we were together, which probably explains why we were not in another class together until high school. Every day the routine began. Come to school, talk to Dylan, flip a card, go to recess, talk to Dylan, and possibly flip another card by the end of the day.
One particular cold day, he and I were playing at recess when someone got a bloody nose so there was blood on some of the rocks underneath the blue and white jungle gym. Martina Gieber warned us, “No one to touch the rocks,” before she escorted the nose bleed victim into the building to get help. Of course there was a big huddle of kids around the jungle gym, and before I knew it, Dylan was crawling underneath the playground equipment and grabbing the bloody rocks. Right as he was crawling out, Martina was coming back and she yelled at Dylan. He threw the rock down and acted as if he had done nothing wrong. Martina proceeded to tell him that he could have contaminated his gloves, so Dylan figured he would solve the problem by removing his contaminated gloves. It didn’t dawn on him that in order to remove the last glove he would have to use one of his bare hands. Dylan was then escorted into the building to wash his hands. Perhaps they should show the Blood Borne Pathogens video to first graders?
By Kadin Zimmerman
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