I got a call this morning at about 10:00, and the caller ID said "Vallivue Middle School." I hate any calls that end in "School" because it usually means either one of my kids is hurt or sick or someone there needs something done that no one else can or will do. This particular call informed me that Shaina was sitting in the office because her fingers had been slammed in a locker and she was really hurting. Could I come get her? So I threw on some sweats, put pajama-clad Jensen in the car, and headed to the school. I found Shaina in the office, mascara all over her eyes, a bag of ice on her fingers, and a very concerned vice-principal hovering near. Mr. Bullard told me that someone had slammed Shaina's locker while she was standing there (with her hand still in the locker apparently), and her middle two fingers of her left hand didn't make it out in time. Shaina didn't want to go home; she claimed she was fine and needed to go back to her locker, get her English paper that was due to today, and go to class. Mr. Bullard, on the other hand (no pun intended), thought maybe I should get her hand x-rayed. After examination of the injured digits, I told him I thought it would be ok for me to give her some Advil, get her a finger splint, and send her to class. Even if the middle finger was broken, the most the ER would do is put a $200 splint on it until it healed, and I can get a splint at WalMart for $10. Mr. B. reluctantly agreed as long as I gave Shaina the drugs, which I did, then gave her a hug and went home. Whew. I hate being called to the school, but I'm grateful I can be around to go when needed. I hate the thought of having to send someone else to get or comfort my kids.
It looks like Shaina will probably lose the nail of her middle finger, and I'm guessing by tomorrow both fingers will be a lovely shade of something, but she will indeed live. In fact, she not only stayed at school but she stayed late at a pep assembly and missed the bus. The boy that slammed her locker is a boy that used to be "in love" with her, and since she has shunned his affection, he runs by her locker almost every day and kindly shuts it for her. It was just an accident, but I guess he got hauled into Mr. B's office and given ISS for the day. Poor kid. Look what happens when a girl refuses your love.
I tell Shaina that she needs to not be so darn gorgeous; then there wouldn't be so many boys after her doing dumb things to get her attention, and we would all, including Mr. Bullard, breathe easier. By the way, she got a new haircut that makes her look at least two years older. Here she is, my darling and fun almost 14-year-old daughter:
5 comments:
Wow, she is so, so cute. OUCH though about the finger.
Thanks for visiting my blog. I do remember Laurie telling me about your dad and brother. What a horrible thing you have had to live through. But you are definitely proof that people can weather a lot.
I am exited to keep in touch. Your family is so cute. We need to get Jensyn and Alivia together to play. It was fun talking last night. I didn't get home until 12:20.
Hmmm, maybe you should give the same dating rule that Lacey has. No dating until she's married. I have no problem with arranged marriages.
The finger thing might be a good thing, I mean no one likes a girl with misshapen fingers. Even if she is pretty. (Sorry if anyone reading this has bad fingers.)
I love Shaina's new haircut. At this rate, you better watch out for her legs...from all the boys Uncle Cash teases about "loving her more than life itself..."
I decided not to post until now so that I didn't in some way offend Shaina if her finger never recovered from the locker mishap or if the poor young man that slammed the locker got thrown into juvy and it was all to painful to bring up. That's why.
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