So the kid who tried to put his fist through a windshield showed me his finger the other day.
"Look at this!" he says, showing an odd curve through his knuckle.
"I think you broke it" says I.
"I can't really bend it properly" says he. I repeat that I think it's broken.
At break he goes and sees the first aid guy, who also thinks it's broken. He takes it to the vice-principal who also thinks its broken.
He comes back and asks if I could just "tweak" his finger into place. I politely decline the offer.
"Well what am I supposed to do?" he asks. I nod towards a ball-pein hammer on the work bench. "Are you serious?" he asks.
He then works his way around the class trying all manner of unnatural methods to "fix" his messed up finger. Kids are looking away, trying to keep their lunches down. "What the hell is he doing?" they ask, "Should he be doing that?"
I catch up to him at one work bench as he's carefully tightening the bench vice onto his finger. "Are you sure you should be doing that? I mean, if it were ~my~ finger, I'd want someone with, I don't know, maybe a PhD in fingers to have a look at it. How do you know you're not doing more damage?"
The surprised look of having not thought this through all the way is always amusing.
Being out-of-province, he's not sure if he has any valid medicare here. We'll have to see if I can persuade him to just go freaking ~ask~ at the clinic or not.