What was the weirdest reason you ever ended up in the school nurse or counselor’s office?
I used to just make up reasons to go to the nurse when I was in elementary school. It wasn’t that I hated class or my teachers. I loved them all back then. I think I just wanted to see her as often as I got to see all the others.
She was a nice lady. I’d pretend to have a blister, and she’d tell me to put Ben-Gay on it.
Thankfully, these next 17 stories from askreddit are all better than mine was:
I put my hand through a window in highschool trying to kill a bug on the window.
When I got to the nurse she was like, “Sweet! Nothing like this ever happens!”
#2. Poop n’ Go
We have a student (1st grade) who poops his pants on purpose when he wants to go home.
About once a week.
One day in 8th grade we were doing an experiment with boiling water.
I sat on the lab tables, because cool kids don’t sit in chairs.
I was about a foot away from the boiling water, and a kid ran into the table and spilled it all over my buttocks.
I ran all around the room and to the nurse’s office, where instead of ice packs they had, frozen paper towels.
Called my mom, she didn’t believe me, but came an hour later and took me to the emergency room.
2nd degree burns all over my butt and my hands.
I was thereafter known as “Rump-Roast”
#4. The Ring
One time I had to go to the nurse’s office at school, because I had a ring-shaped bruise around my mouth, and the teacher and nurse thought I was being abused.
What really happened is that I got a cup stuck on my mouth by sucking all the air out of it the night before while I was taking a bath.
#5. “It wasn’t.”
I have one involving both counselors and nurses.
I have very well-documented allergies to things like peanuts and pet dander and dust mites and fabric softener and anything that flowers, so, basically, I am always having some kind of allergic reaction.
My school had a zero-tolerance policy, so I had to go to the nurse and ask politely for my allergy medication on the relatively frequent occasions I would break out in painful hives.
After realizing I was doing this, the school counselor started intercepting me to interrogate me about why I was trying to get out of class, what was “really” bothering me, and if I had found some clever new way to get high.
The phrase, “No, really, look at these nasty hives all over my arms,” meant nothing to her. She eventually CALLED MY ALLERGIST to ask him, “hypothetically,” if it was possible for me to have reactions this frequently, then called my parents and suggested they consider taking me to a psychologist, because it might be psychosomatic.
It wasn’t. My immune system is just poor.
#6. Stupid Sandwich
I grew up with a dairy allergy, not lactose intolerance, like an actual allergy where I was told that my throat would close and eyes swell up.
It actually did a couple times when I was much younger. But, I was pretty vigilant about not eating dairy, so I don’t have an actual memory of a reaction.
Well, second day of my freshman year, I bought a sub and checked it for cheese, then ate half of it before I realized there was white swiss on it.
I freaked out and went to the office and told them. They called an ambulance, and my parents rushed there.
It turns out that I’ve definitely grown out of the allergy.
10 years later, and my friends still harass me about the time I got scared by a sandwich and called an ambulance.
Still embarrassed about it every time.
#7. The List…
As a school counselor I had a student come in crying because she was pregnant. When asked about birth control she said, “But, I took the pill before AND after.”
Major facepalm, but hey, job security….
Had a 7th grader ask where student parking was on the first day of school.
Had a third grader hold a sharp pencil to his belly button and run into the wall… It made it in half way. Wanted to die because dad got fired and he had to move in with mom.
4th grader and mom come in for a meeting because he was below grade level in math. About 6 people sitting in the meeting. Look at mom during the meeting to ask her a question, and a freaking chinchilla climbs out from her cleavage.
9th grade boy sculpted a dog out of his poop and brought it to my office as a gift. … Shitty gift.
Kid had a show animal (Steer) that died in the trailer on the way back from a stock show. Kid was destroyed emotionally, we called the family to tell them, and they met us at the school and slaughtered the steer in the parking lot with a cordless saws-all, a chainsaw, and put the meat in Home Depot buckets to take home.
Met with a 19 year old girl student who wanted to run away from home. She asked if she would get in trouble if she ran away. In my state they won’t because she is over 18. Dad comes to school next day, accuses me of telling her to run away. Big old guy, grabs me by the throat, I slam him in the nuts with my knee, assistant principal puts him in a full Nelson, and the bastard pukes on me! Cops come, arrest dad, who is now in jail for child abuse, specifically sexual abuse of that 19 year old for the last 10 years.
Kid squeezed superglue in another kids ear while he was asleep at his desk. The victim had bullied the kid earlier in the year. Payback was earned.
Just a few of the stories. Being a school counselor is fun, because you never know what will happen at any moment.
But, counselors can not talk about the issues with other people so it is sometimes lonely if you are the only counselor in a school.
#8. The Wimpiest Injury Ever
When I was in grade 9, we were reenacting battles from wars with marshmallow ammunition in the schoolyard, and somebody whipped a marshmallow right into my open eye.
This sounds like the wimpiest injury ever, and it really was, but it hurt and I couldn’t open my eye or see.
I had to go to the nurse and explain that the black eye I was getting was from a marshmallow, and she had to do an eye rinse to get out all the powdery sugar.
She even called my mom, and they just laughed at me.