The Death of a Buger

So you are probably wondering why I just gave this post that title. Well it all started yesterday afternoon in my first grade class during our writing time. So my students have been real chatty lately (Spring fever) and while they were supposed to be writing I was talking to another teacher who had come into my class. While were were talking I gradually start hearing a lot of comotion going on behind me. Just as I turned around to see what was going on one of my students frantically comes up to me to say "Mrs. Tidwell there is a big, bloody buger in the sink!!" The class was mortified and everyone just had to go take a look at the bloody buger in the sink and then walk away with disgusted looks on their faces. Since I was trying to finish a conversation with an adult I told the class not to worry and that I would take care of it. However that didn't seem to calm the student who had told me about the buger in the first place. After the teacher left, she just had to come back to me to tell me once again about the buger. Instead she said this "Mrs. Tidwell there's a huge bloody buger and it's bleeding to death!!" Yes the buger was "bleeding to death." I have never heard it said that way before. Nevertheless I made my way over to the sink to take on the bleeding buger (with a tissue ofcouse). Meanwhile all of my students are whispering things like "she's getting it....ewwww......oh good she has a tissue.....gross....oh good she got it...." After getting the buger out (and yes it was HUGE and way bigger than an adults I might add) another one of my students ran up to me to give me a hug and kindly ask "Are you okay?" I told her yes and thanked her for her concern. That was thankfully the end of the whole ordeal and we could all calmly go back to work. And so unfortunately I was a part of the death of a buger. I guess it was just another dramatic day in first grade. :)