THE PROBLEM WITH PROBLEM NUMBER TWELVE

Last week, while reaching for the alarm, I banged my hand on the hot water heater next to The Steady’s bed. I cut my ring finger but it was so small I didn’t bother to bandage it.

Then, during my first hour of class a student came up to my desk and asked me a question from the homework. While pointing at his book, I smeared a small sample of blood/platelets on problem number twelve. Gross, right? Who wants math teacher blood on their math book? I was so embarrassed, I instinctively licked my thumb and tried to rub the blood off problem number twelve! With my saliva!

...And very quickly, gross became grosser.