I arrived at my classroom for registration on a normal school day, except for one thing. Today was BCG vaccination day. The older kids at school had told us many stories of how painful this injection was and there was a slight nervous tension in the air as we went off to our first lesson of the day.
My best friend Sam was in a more nervous state than me as thankfully I wasn't to bothered by needles. As the morning went on I did my best to reasure her, then the call came," would class 1c please go and line up outside the school nurses office" The waiting in line with time to wind each other up just added to the now more than slight nervous tension in the air. As the first of our classmates went in to meet their fate and came out looking quite releived we started to relax. I was first, boy did it hurt but I wasn't going to tell Sam that, she wouldn't have gone in.
Finally it was all done and a class of sore but relieved children returned to class. I thought that the rest of the day would return to its normal routines, Lunchtime arrived and as usual Sam walked off past the school sports center to head home for lunch and I headed off to the school hall for school dinner (which actually was rather good). As I watched Sam walk off I suddenely had this overwhelming feeling that I should be going with her, I stopped for awhile watching her walk off then shook my head and told myself not to be so silly, she was fine she walked home every day and today was no different besides I couldn't just turn up at her house and expect to be fed.
As I returned to class for afternoon registration I had completely forgotten about my funny moment on the way to lunch but as I walked into the room my form tutor called me to the front and her face filled me with dread, I knew it was Sam. As I reached my form tutors desk which seemed to take an age, she started to explain that Sam had been knocked down by a car on her way home. I started to feel sick and shouted "I knew it, I knew I should have gone with her, I would have been with her" Giving me a funny look Mrs Thomas tried to reassure me." Its ok, She's got bad concussion, she's in hospital but she's going to be ok" "what do you mean you knew it?" I tried to explain the feeling I had had as I watched her leave but Mrs Thomas wasn't sure what to make of it. I was just glad that she was going to be ok.
I guess sometimes we need to listen to those feelings, I still havn't learnt to do that though. Praise God she made a full recovery.