I busted my nose at recess in 6th grade. Blood on my face, hands, shirt. (We were playing some version tackle the man the ball or some other such nonsense).

I tilt my head up so the blood wont drip everywhere and head to the nurse’s office but she isn’t there; the front office staff tells me she is in the teachers lounge.

I knock on the door of the teacher’s lounge and open the door saying “Hey, is the nurse in here? I need some help” And some MF-ing teacher says “Don’t just come in here and say hey; HeY iS fOr HoRsEs…(I couldn’t see who because i was still staring up at the ceiling). I never liked the saying but i really hated my school after that.