Tuesday's surgical proceeding has left me with an unpleasant scrap of gauze and tape on my nose. I'm under orders to leave the wound covered until a plastic surgeon sees it and develops a plan. This is rather a challenge to my personal dignity. Basically, I'm a Middle School Assistant Principal making it incredibly easy for every kid in the school to make fun of me.
The day of the procedure I was in the doctor's office awaiting the pathology results of the second surgical scrape, with a bloody bandaid on my nose. A small child looked at me and said, "what happened to your nose?" So I pretty much knew how my next day at school would play out.
I took the challenge head on and wrote a quiz question on the board for each of my classes:
Ms. Sassafras has a bandage on her nose because:
a. she picked it too much.
b. she got in a fight.
c. she should have used sunscreen when she was a kid.
We had a nice conversation about sunscreen and the importance of using it. Then we agreed* that we would all pretend that I didn't have a scrap of gauze and medical tape on my nose, though I will look this way for several more days, perhaps more.
*Note: by "agreed" I mean I insisted.