DO NOT read on if you are eating food or a weak stomach!

Ummm, There is beginning to be a theme to my latest posts. Last one I promise.

After leaving school on Friday and spending the whole of Friday wishing my body would at least let me drink some water I was feeling better by Saturday evening, so Kat and I decided to visit Seoul tower. There is a post about this coming to a blog near you soon. This post takes me to yesterday (Monday) and proof of just how unhygienic this place can be!

I arrived at work yesterday still feeling a bit iffy after walking to work able to feel my breakfast giggling around inside my still relatively empty stomach.

My first class went fine until it was almost time to finish! I’d given the kids some colouring so I could have a quiet lesson after Friday’s ordeal forgotten I was feeling better. As time to end the lesson approached I began getting the kids to pack up as normal. Then as I was talking to one of the kids about their colouring the whole class went quiet (always a bad sign) and became distracted by something on the other side of the room.

I turned around to find Cindy – such a cute kid – with brown sick bubbling out of her mouth and running down her chin adding to the large pile already on the table. Realising I didn’t have time to stare gormlessly as I tried to figure out what to do so I sprung into action desperately wishing a Korean teacher would come into the room and take over the situation – no such luck!

I grabbed some toilet roll and wiped the vomit from her mouth and face. As she turned to face me she put her arm in the pile on the table scooping it all down her clothes and all over the floor. Watching the other kids wildly running around the classroom excited by this distraction from the lesson I decided to minimise the damage and get her to the toilet immediately.

Holding the toilet roll under her chin incase there was more on its way up I walked her to the toilet where luckily I found one of the Korean teachers. I left Cindy with her and headed back to the classroom. By this time the kids were running around the school screaming in Korean that Cindy had been sick. As I got back to the room and began wiping the floor with toilet roll, wishing this had happened on any other day but today, one of the Korean teaches came in armed with cleaning materials. It was then that I realised cleaning materials consisted of rubber gloves (more than I had) and toilet roll! There was no wiping the table or the floor with water, no bleach or disinfectant, just wipe it up and get on with it.

After the sick was cleaned I headed to the toilet to wash my hands to avoid any of her bugs getting anywhere near me. I passed Cindy on her way back to the classroom; the Korean teacher had wiped the sick from her clothes with water and sent her back to her next lesson in the same, but now wet, clothes. Is it any wonder I keep getting ill in this country? To top it all off there isn’t any soap or towel type device in the school toilets, so whilst I was able to run some water over my hands I wasn’t able to wash or dry them. Ummm perfect way to breed germs!

Anyone who knows me will understand what a horrific experience it was for me to have to deal with child sick, especially in my already delicate state!! Why did I not consider the possibility of child sick when I took this job? I certainly never thought I would be cleaning it up. I always leave all the grose stuff to the Korean teachers!

Right I promise no more mention of illness, dirt or sick for a while.

Over and out.

* Posted by j150vsc on 21/11/2006.
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