Today, we traveled to a farm…it was pretty awesome. It was a neat organic place out in Redmond with horses and ducks, the kids had a blast. The ride home proved to be exciting too: one of my student’s nose started gushing blood. We were almost back at school when a kid yelled, “Bloody nose! Bloody nose!” Sure enough, one of my youngest students (at age four), was panicky holding her head back as bubbles of blood freely flowed. I went into this incredible, turbo powered, teacher mode. I flung myself toward the front of the bus where I had spotted a roll of paper towels on the dashboard. I tossed them to the center of the bus to my co-teacher, who caught them and began unraveling an enormous pile of towels for the kid to hold up to her nose. Once things were under control, our student revealed she had stuffed a melty bead up her nose earlier that morning. I carried the little girl into the school the second our bus pulled up, a gesture that made me feel incredibly maternal and in control of the situation. I plunked her down, paper towels and all, and gave the office administrator the run down. A few seconds later, the kid blew her bloody nose into a tissue and out came the melty bead. I was so relieved; I think I actually said, “Well, I think we learned a valuable lesson” or something equally asinine.