Icy Hot

The bell for fourth period had been rung and slowly my class was trickling in when I noticed a student extra slowly limping into class. I asked him if he was ok and he told me that he had hurt his leg, and then proceeded to pull out a container of Icy Hot and rubbed some of it on his leg. He looked like he was in pain so I didn’t mind that he was putting some on, and proceeded to walk around the class a bit encouraging my students to start their work. A few minutes passed and the smell of Icy Hot was becoming stronger and stronger, and I started to suspect that the use of Icy Hot in the class had gone from medicinal to recreational. I walked back up front and asked the student to put his Icy Hot away, but alas – I was too late. Some of the boys in the back of the class we rubbing their arms and chest under their shirts which confirmed that they were being weird yet again. I asked them to quit with whatever of the Icy Hot they had left, and we resumed note taking.

A few minutes later I notice that one of the boys who had grabbed some of the Icy Hot was starting to rub his chest and armpit harder and harder with an increasing look of distress on his face. Moments later tears were welling up in his eyes and he was pushing his way to the door. Once he got to the doorway he broke into a flat out sprint for the boys bathroom with the whole class dying of laughter in his wake. I don’t know how much Icy Hot he used or where exactly he put it but I couldn’t help by laugh on the inside about how random our students are.