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He Was The Principal Of Her Old High School
And a bit of a fuddy-duddy…time to equal the score…
The inspiration for this story came from Michele Cambardella, a teacher who encountered some of her students when in hospital, everything a teacher dreads.
I was also a teacher, and though I never taught with the principal I am about to write about, I knew him well. He was also my daughter’s principal.
On one occasion when he was hospitalized for a hip replacement, a young nurse bounced into his room and greeted him.
“Good morning Mr Harrison. How are you today?”
“I’m very well,” he answered.
“No pain in the night?”
“None that a shot of whisky wouldn’t have fixed.”
“Ah yes, we’re a little short of whisky medication. Did you need any of our regular stuff at all?”
“Just the usual before lights out, and then I was out for the count.”
“That’s what we like to hear. Now, my name is Kayla. I’ll be your nurse for the next few days doing the usual things, washing you, checking your toilet habits…could even do your nose hair if you like.”
“Is that part of your bailiwick?”
