A Short Tale of How I Have Begun to Understand the Children
About this time during my first year as a school nurse, I had just finished working 78 days in a row without a day off. I thought being a school nurse would be great! But you know the old saying, “If it’s so great, why isn’t everyone doing it?” For people who aren’t school nurses, that “why” is usually income-related. For me to make ends meet, I worked another full-time job on the weekends as an on-call hospice nurse. I counted down those 78 days to the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, all the while thinking, “This is just not for me.” Those kids drove me crazy…and the teachers…sending some of those kids down for the smallest things. Shame, shame, shame. And so by Thanksgiving, I was planning my job-interviewing strategy for May.
What changed, then? Why am I still a school nurse?
My principal sends out a daily bulletin. No, I don’t read them all (she knows this), but I do try to read the majority. One daily bulletin had an attachment that got my stinkin’ thinkin’ back on the right track. With eyes wide-opened, I started to actually “see” what many of the children come to see me for and why many of the teachers send them.
“Cause I Ain’t Got a Pencil”
I woke myself up
Because we ain’t got an alarm clock
Dug in the dirty-clothes basket,
Cause ain’t nobody washed my uniform
Brushed my hair and teeth in the dark,
Cause the lights ain’t on
Even got my baby sister ready,
Cause my mama wasn’t home.
Got us both to school on time,
To eat us a good breakfast.
Then when I got to class the teacher fussed
Cause I ain’t got no pencil.
— Joshua T. Dickerson
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