Lice. That one word can make just about anyone start itching. As I wrote this post, my scalp began to crawl and I had to stop myself from scratching my head.
The school nurse came to check one of my kids and as soon as I realized what she was going to do, I started to feel itchy. This student’s little sister had lice, so this student needed to be checked. Luckily, this student was the only one in my room at the time, so there was a good degree of privacy for her. Unfortunately, though, the nurse quickly discovered lice and the student immediately started to tear up. My heart went out to her. I don’t think that she’d ever experienced lice before and I could see the embarrassment on her face.
We have a kind, sympathetic nurse and I really got to see her in action with this student. She did a wonderful job of consoling the student while explaining what would be done to eradicate the lice. She also reassured the student that no one else needed to know that she had lice and that she could either finish her lesson with me while she waited for her mom to pick her up or she could wait in the office. She decided to stay with me and did an admirable job of pulling herself together. I was proud of how she got to work and we had a productive lesson that resulted in one of the best pieces of writing that I’ve ever seen from her.
When our session was over, she quickly and quietly retrieved her backpack from her locker and headed to the office. She seemed resigned to the situation and I hope that the treatment works in a timely fashion. We’ve got a lot of reading and writing to do!