Ep 3 Plaster Disaster

How can a band-aid get Mr McMarlow in so much trouble?? 

Transcript

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Welcome to the Telling on the Teacher podcast. This story is called Plaster Disaster.

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There's a teacher at our school who always seems to break the rules, telling on the teacher. What do you?

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Now, when we talk about plaster in New Zealand, we are talking about a band-aid. I just need to clarify if you're in a country that normally calls a band-aid a band-aid, we're not actually putting plaster on our um fingers or our hurt finger like a plaster, like a cast. It's just a band-aid. The story starts with room three doing a writing test. I wonder if you have to do writing tests at your school. Well, Jackie was a really good writer in room three and she wrote three whole pages by the time the test finished. Mr. McMahlow, look, I've done three pages. Oh good, said Mr. McMahlow. Um staple them together, you know what I'm like with paperwork. I'll get it all muddled up. Um yep, go over, go grab that stapler. Oh not not the red stapler. That one's that one's broken, it's not working, but it was too late. Jackie had already gone over to the red stapler, and the staple had gone in wonky, she tried to get it out with her finger now, but it cut her finger. Ouch, said Jackie. I cut my finger. Mr McMarlow, can I get one of your plasters? Sure, said Mr McMarlow. Mr McMahlow kept a stack of plasters, band aids, in his black bag that he took out when he was on playground supervision duty. Jackie went and found a pink one, put it around her finger, uh, and stopped the bleeding. And by then it was time for all the kids to go out on break. Uh have their morning tea break. Mr McMahlow said, Can you pass me that black bag, Jackie? And so she passed him the black bag. He grabbed his cowboy hat and his yellow duty jacket, so he could go off and uh be on playground supervision, Judy. Hey, Mr McMarlow, look, your black bag matches your black shorts, said Sophie. And your turquoise ukulele matches your turquoise t-shirt. I suppose it does, said Mr McMarlow. Mr McMahlow always used to like to take his ukulele around with him on duty and play a few songs um with the kids. But today, as soon as he walked out the door, a kid came up to him from Mrs. Street's class, a five year old, and said, Mr Mr Marshmallow, Mr Marshmallow, there's a problem. It's Mr McMarlow, said Mr McMahlow. Okay, Mr Marmalo, um Ma Marlowe, Mashmar anyway, there's a problem. Somebody's been drawing on the mural. Drawing on the mural? said Mr McMahlow. Yeah, they've got a red marker pen and they've drawn on TJ's knee, and now it looks like he's got a sore knee. Oh dear, said Mr McMahlow. I'm coming over to have a look. So he walked over to the mural, which was right by the school swimming pool, and there was pictures on the mural of the kids doing different activities at the school, riding bikes, on the playground, doing learning, and there was a really nice one of a boy reading a book on the field, and it looked a little bit like TJ from room three, and so the kids always called it, called him TJ, even though it wasn't actually TJ. And someone had got a red marker and coloured in TJ's knee while it looked like he was sitting cross legged on the grass, and now his knee had this big red blob on it. Oh dear, said Mr McMahlow, that is a problem. Well, if the teachers find out who did it, there will be trouble. We will probably make them clean it off with their toothbrush. With their toothbrush, said Jason. No, Mr McMarlow, with a normal brush. Mr McMahlow is so silly, he said to his friend. Well at least he's remembered to say my name right, said Mr McMahlow. I'm actually a very respectable teacher. Well, most of the time. Mr McMarlow walked off towards the field to check on the kids over there. When TJ, the real TJ, ran up to him. Mr McMahlow, Mr McMahlow, I've hurt myself on the sticky stick bushes.

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Look, look my look at my finger. Real red blood is coming out of my finger. What are we gonna do? Oh mister Mr McMahlow, can you help me? It's really bleeding. Look, it's dripping out.

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It wasn't actually that serious. It was um just a little cut. Mr McMahlo grabbed a bandage and put it round and stopped the bleeding. All right, looks like we need a plaster, he said. And so he got a plaster out, a nice pink one. Not a pink one, said TJ. Okay, said Mr McMurlow, and he found a green one, wrapped the finger in the plaster. Band aid, and TJ was running off back to play with his friends. Just then another five year old came over to Mr McMarlow. Mr Mush Marshmallow, Mr Marshmallow, can you help me? I've got a cut on my on my finger from the sticky stick bushes. Those sticky stick bushes are causing a lot of trouble today, said Mr McMahlow. Don't worry, I've got your plaster. I don't want a green one. This girl's name was Sheree and she was from Mrs. Street's class. I want a pink one, please. Oh, said Mr McMarlow. Oh sorry, I only give out pink plasters on pea days. Oh dear, said said Sheree. Oh I really wanted a pink plaster for my pingo. Some of the other kids from Mr McMahlow's class had gathered round, including Anna, and she said to Mr McMurlow, Mr McMarlow, there are no days starting with P. Well actually, said Mr McMurlow, seeing that Shree was about to cry, um P stands for possibilities, and today is proving to be full of positive possibilities, so I think I can provide a pink plaster for your finger. I don't think Anna was very impressed with that alliteration. She was mumbling to herself a little aloof alliteration from Mr McMarlow. But Sheree didn't really notice. She was quite happy when Mr McMarlow stuck her pink plaster on her finger. Thank you, Mr Marshmallow, she called and ran away. Finger does not start with P, Anna said. It's a finger, not a pinger. I know that, said Mr McMahlow. But Sheree is in Mrs. Street's class. She's only just started school, and she hasn't learnt the letter F yet, so I'm pretty sure I can get away with it, at least until next week. I think probably Anna rolled her eyes at Mr McMarlow, but he didn't see it. He was too busy walking back to class because the music was playing and all the kids had to go back into their class. Didn't even get to play any ukulele songs at playground duty today, thought Mr McMahlow. All the kids got out their maths books because they had to do maths in that next block. Hudson was looking out the window during his maths and noticed that Mrs. Street's class was walking off to the swimming pool. Cherie was waving at him thr and he waved back to her through the window. She still had the pink plaster on her finger, walking off to the swimming pool. Well, room three finished their maths, did some reading, and soon it was time for their lunch break. Mr McMarlow was on duty looking after the kids while they were eating, making sure everything was okay.

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When Cherie turned up in the classroom, it looked like she was about to cry Mr Mr Mushmarshmallow I was at the swimming pool and the pink plaster came off my pink car. Can I can I please have another one?

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Sure, said Mr McMahlow. Um Jackie, can you grab one out of the the black bag? Jackie went over to the bag to try and find the pink plaster, but there were none left. Mr McMahlow had given Sheree the last one. Oh no. Don't worry, said Mr McMahlow. There's ones with crosses on them and ones with love hearts on them and ones with smiley faces on them. But I don't want one of those ones, said Sheree. I wanted a pink one. Oh, I think I can fix that, said Jackie. Uh there's a green one here. And Mr McMahlow, can I borrow the acrylic painting pens? Oh sure, said Mr McMahlow. Jackie went over and found the acrylic painting pens from the art cupboard and started to um paint on the on the plaster for for uh Shree. While that was happening, Jacob came up to Mr. McMarlow. Mr. McMarlow, oh my tongue hurts! I was eating my food and then Hudson made me laugh, and I think I bit my tongue. He stuck out his tongue at Mr. McMahlow. Oh yes. You've bit your tongue. Don't worry, said Mr. McMahlow. It'll get better soon. You don't want to you don't want a plaster for your tongue. Yes, I do, said Jacob. I want to be the first person in the school to have a plaster on my tongue. Oh dear, said Mr. McMahlow. And Jacob went over to the plaster bag and grabbed a plaster from the bag and stuck it onto his tongue. Now make sure you don't choke on that plaster, said Mr. McMarlow. And Jacob ran over to his friends and stuck the plaster on his tongue and was showing off and said, I'm the first person in this school to have a plaster on my tongue. He started choking. Mr. McMahlow quickly walked over to him. What?

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Plaster.

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Jacob had his plaster stuck in his throat. Mr. McMahlow was about to bang him on the back to try and get the plaster out when Jacob spat it out. Landed in Mr. McMahlow's hand. Oh look that plaster tasted like a glue stick. A glue stick, said Mr. McMahlow. I'm glad you got it out. Are you okay? Oh my throat. His throat's a bit sore, said said Jacob. Hudson, take take Jacob up to the office and make sure he's okay. Um take him to the sick bay. Just get um get him to look at that throat, okay? So Hudson took Jacob up to the sick bay at the office to make sure his throat was all right. Right, nobody else put any plasters on your tongue, said Mr McMurlow. Time for our swimming lesson this afternoon. Everybody get ready for swimming. Mr McMahlow got out his cowboy hat again, popped it on his head because it was a pretty sunny day out there. Grabbed his black bag with plasters in it, just in case. And got the whole class lining up and walking over to the swimming pool. Well, in the middle of their swimming lesson, TJ comes over to Mr McMahlow and says, Mr McMahlow, look what I found in the swimming pool. It was a pink plaster. It was in the swimming pool, said TJ. Ha, must be Cherie's one, said Mr McMahlow. I'll just put it in my black bag here and I'll put it in the rubber spin when we get back to class. Room three finished their swimming lesson and she got changed and lined up by the mural while they were waiting for everybody to line up. Um they were looking at the pictures on the mural, and Anna said, Look, TJ's leg has still got that red marker on it. I thought I thought you said that the teachers were going to do an investigation and the person who did it would have to would have to clean it off with their toothbrush. Ah well, it's an ongoing investigation, said Mr McMarlow. What can we do about it? Um I know. And he fished out the pink plaster from his duty bag uh that TJ had given him from the pool. If I get this plaster here, I could just stick it over the top of the red marker. There.

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Ha!

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Now it looks like TJ's got a pink plaster on his knee. I thought you wanted a green one, said Anna. TJ just laughed. Alright everybody, um line up nicely. Oh look, Miss O'Connell's watching us. Make sure you're lining up your best line. Let's walk quietly back to class. So Mr McMurlow took the kids back to class, and it was almost time to pack up for the end of the day. Right, collect your things, miss said Mr McMahlow, grab your bags. Let's make sure this classroom is really tidy. That's when they heard the sound coming towards their classroom. Clop, clop, clop, clop. And they all knew that was Miss O'Connell coming towards the classroom. They all looked at Mr McMurlow. What? What did I do? said Mr McMurlow. Knock knock no knock knock. Miss O'Connell walked into the room. Mr McMarlow, I need to have a word with you, said Miss O'Connell. Oh sure, said Mr McMurlow. Okay, kids finish tidying up, please, quietly. Well the kids pretended to tidy up, but actually they were listening into the conversation. Mr McMahlow I heard that Hugh gave a student a plaster to put on his tongue. And then he choked on it, said Miss O'Connell. Well, actually it wasn't quite like that, stammered Mr McMarlow. Um I'll better ask the class about it then, said Miss O'Connell. Room three, I need your attention. I need you to all answer me. Did you see Mr McMahlow let Jacob have a tongue on his plaster, on it a plaster on his tongue? Um yes, Miss O'Connell, all the kids said reluctantly. Okay, well I think that's clear, said Miss O'Connell. She had some papers in her hands. You'll have to fill in this health and safety incident report, Mr. McMarlow, she said. Um Mr. McMahlow looked a bit glum. Uh and I need to also talk to you about another problem. Just a few minutes ago I saw you stick a pig plaster on uscule mural. Is that right, Room 3? Some of us not some of the kids nodded. Well, yes, I did, said Mr. McMahlow, but I was to trying to cover a red mark. Mr McMahlow, we don't try to cover things up at our school. We fix them up, said Miss O'Connell. Oh yes, I know, said Mr. McMurlow, but I didn't make the red mark. But you were trying to cover it up, said Miss O'Connell. I will need you to fill in a property property maintenance form about damage to our school property. I'll leave the health and safety form and the property maintenance forms here for you on your desk. I'll even staple them together so you don't lose them. I need them completed by tomorrow. Mr McMarlow looked a bit glum and gave a big sigh. Hmm, everybody in room three knew how much Mr McMahlow hated paperwork. Oh don't use that red stapler, said Mr McMahlow, looking up. But it was too late. The staple went in wonky. Miss O'Connell tried to get it out with her finger now, but it cut her finger. Ouch! she said, Oh, that staple has cut my finger.

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McMarlow walked over. Oh dear, he said, you're getting blood on the health and safety form. Let me get you a plaster.

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There's a teacher at our school who always seems to break the rules, Mr. McMurlow. Oh no. Come along and join in too with the things we play and do, telling on the teacher what do you Thanks for listening to our story.

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This story was inspired by my many times being on duty in the playground as a primary school teacher and giving out lots of plasters to kids who need them for their fingers and their various traumatic injuries they've come to show me over the years. And sometimes our kids try very hard to get the teachers' names right, but sometimes it's a little bit tricky, especially for the youngest ones at school. Join us again next time because we will be doing another story about a teacher, Mr. McMahlow, who has a bit of trouble with a mouse in the library. Join us then. Bye.