I was thinking of my childhood for some reason and I started remembering some of the worst days of K-8th grade. This day was when the class (25-30) kids would be called as a group to the nurse for a "physical". We would sit on the floor and one by one the kids were called up alphabetically and be weighed, measured, hair examined and brief skin exam (where it was viewable).
I had some heavy boys & girls in the class and I dreaded when they had to be weighed. I felt like they could cut the tension. I remember in 6th grade, while most boys were like 135 lbs, the heavy "ones" might have been 185-200 and a girl or two the same. They would approach in tears and return hiding their face to the laughter of the other kids. I felt sick the entire day and dreaded it as the worst day of the year (maybe even worse than giving speeches).
For those that don't know, the nurse would take the measurements and say them out loud for the teacher to write it down, while she sat her fat az across the room. How hard would it have been for the nurse to do this alone, or call kids down 1 at a time or maybe 2-4 at a time. The rest of the day it was stares and chuckes at those kids and I can only guess how they felt, because I felt for them.
This happened for 9 years and it made me hate that school. IMO this is totally a form of ritual abuse.
I had some heavy boys & girls in the class and I dreaded when they had to be weighed. I felt like they could cut the tension. I remember in 6th grade, while most boys were like 135 lbs, the heavy "ones" might have been 185-200 and a girl or two the same. They would approach in tears and return hiding their face to the laughter of the other kids. I felt sick the entire day and dreaded it as the worst day of the year (maybe even worse than giving speeches).
For those that don't know, the nurse would take the measurements and say them out loud for the teacher to write it down, while she sat her fat az across the room. How hard would it have been for the nurse to do this alone, or call kids down 1 at a time or maybe 2-4 at a time. The rest of the day it was stares and chuckes at those kids and I can only guess how they felt, because I felt for them.
This happened for 9 years and it made me hate that school. IMO this is totally a form of ritual abuse.