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AF_VOL said:
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I wrote this story down last year with a little help from my mum remembering the Vice Principal's name and what was said the next day. The event itself was seared in my memory though. I recall each moment as if it was yesterday.

I was about 6 in a class called Transition, which was between kindergarten and 1st grade.
I was in class playing games with the other kids when I heard someone shout "Ms. Fuller is bleeding!"

I looked over and my teacher was face down in a rapidly growing pool of blood, flopping her feet unconsciously in her long black skirt like a beached exasperated dolphin trying to get back out to sea after hours of effort. I can still recall the exact pitch and tone of her moans. It was haunting.

I quickly sprang out of the classroom in search of help. Our classroom was practically annexed so I had to run through the empty cafeteria and down a few sets of small stairs before I burst through the double doors to the rest of the school and saw the Vice Principal's office midway down the hall.
I ran up to the exposed secretary desk and quickly yelled at the secretary, Where's Mr. Lee?!? Where's Mr. Lee?!?"

To her credit, before saying anything else, she revealed his whereabouts further down the hall.
Not wasting a second to explain, I continued my sprint, rounded the corner and litterally almost ran into the gym teacher. Who was talking to Vice Principal Lee!

"I tugged his shirt sleeve and said, "Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee!...
He cut me off and told me it was rude to interrupt.
But I broke through his stern and impatient lecture exclaiming, "Ms. Fuller is bleeding! She cut her head bad!"

Mr. Lee and the PE teacher both started jogging back down the hall while I full out sprinted ahead like Lassie leading them to the well.
I heard Mr. Lee tell the secretary as he trotted by to call an ambulance. I guess he sensed my urgency and didn't take time to look for himself to see if it was even needed.

I ran back through the dimly lit cafeteria, flung open the classroom door and saw so much more blood than before. Ms. Fuller had stopped flopping and kids were just standing around. Some now crying. A few were still quietly playing in corner. No one else had done a thing!

The kids were quickly ushered out by Mr. Lee to the cafeteria and the PE teacher ran to attend to Ms. Fuller. Our annexed classroom had an outside exit door and so we didn't see any of what happened after that.

The next day we were back in the cleaned classroom with a sub. Mr. Lee came to talk to us and give us an update. He said she had passed out, hit her head on the corner of the desk. She had lost A LOT of blood (he really emphasized this). I was told that if I hadn't acted in the moment I did, she could have easily died but would make a full recovery.

I wasn't told how, but I suspect, based on how I remember her positioned, drowning facedown in her own blood as opposed to blood loss. But she did lose a lot so it could have been that.
 
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utkevdawg1 said:
I wrote this story down last year with a little help from my mum remembering the Vice Principal's name and what was said the next day. The event itself was seared in my memory though. I recall each moment as if it was yesterday.

I was about 6 in a class called Transition, which was between kindergarten and 1st grade.
I was in class playing games with the other kids when I heard someone shout "Ms. Fuller is bleeding!"

I looked over and my teacher was face down in a rapidly growing pool of blood, flopping her feet unconsciously in her long black skirt like a beached exasperated dolphin trying to get back out to sea after hours of effort. I can still recall the exact pitch and tone of her moans. It was haunting.

I quickly sprang out of the classroom in search of help. Our classroom was practically annexed so I had to run through the empty cafeteria and down a few sets of small stairs before I burst through the double doors to the rest of the school and saw the Vice Principal's office midway down the hall.
I ran up to the exposed secretary desk and quickly yelled at the secretary, Where's Mr. Lee?!? Where's Mr. Lee?!?"

To her credit, before saying anything else, she revealed his whereabouts further down the hall.
Not wasting a second to explain, I continued my sprint, rounded the corner and litterally almost ran into the gym teacher. Who was talking to Vice Principal Lee!

"I tugged his shirt sleeve and said, "Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee!...
He cut me off and told me it was rude to interrupt.
But I broke through his stern and impatient lecture exclaiming, "Ms. Fuller is bleeding! She cut her head bad!"

Mr. Lee and the PE teacher both started jogging back down the hall while I full out sprinted ahead like Lassie leading them to the well.
I heard Mr. Lee tell the secretary as he trotted by to call an ambulance. I guess he sensed my urgency and didn't take time to look for himself to see if it was even needed.

I ran back through the dimly lit cafeteria, flung open the classroom door and saw so much more blood than before. Ms. Fuller had stopped flopping and kids were just standing around. Some now crying. A few were still quietly playing in corner. No one else had done a thing!

The kids were quickly ushered out by Mr. Lee to the cafeteria and the PE teacher ran to attend to Ms. Fuller. Our annexed classroom had an outside exit door and so we didn't see any of what happened after that.

The next day we were back in the cleaned classroom with a sub. Mr. Lee came to talk to us and give us an update. He said she had passed out, hit her head on the corner of the desk. She had lost A LOT of blood (he really emphasized this). I was told that if I hadn't acted in the moment I did, she could have easily died but would make a full recovery.

I wasn't told how, but I suspect, based on how I remember her positioned, drowning facedown in her own blood as opposed to blood loss. But she did lose a lot so it could have been that.
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My anxiety just went through the roof reading this
 
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CreiveHallVol said:
I never trust anyone's opinion on Nashville restaurants if they don't mention Arnold's. I've been going there since I was 5 (37 years). Jack (the owner is slicing the roast beef anymore, but his wife is still on the register and his son slices it now. It's always on every list for best restaurants in town. It's hands down the best meat and three I've ever had anywhere in the country.
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Opinions being what they are, I don't fault you for having one. I've lived here about half a centuryand have eaten at Arnolds plenty of times to have given it a fair shot. Most of what they put on the steam table looks and tastes like it came right out of the Robert Orr/Sysco can. They over salt the food. If the place was not located right on the edge of the downtown tourism district where they can catch uneducated tourists who don't know good southern cooking from a cow patty, they would probably have closed up long ago. That said, if someone is the kind of person who likes standing in line for an hour to eat some reheated canned vegetables, stale cornbread, and mystery meat then Arnolds is your spot. I won't post where the good food is because I don't want a bunch of jerkwads showing up and making it harder to get a table.
 
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CreiveHallVol said:
Rosepeppers in East Nashville - Mexican but try the ribeye with chipotle shrimp

Emmy Squared in the Gulch - pizza place but might have the best burger in town right now

The Row off of West End - the pork shank is awesome as are the salads and the brisket (typically good live music too)

Von Elrods and Butchertown Hall both in Germantown for the meats

Hattie Bs in Midtown for hot chicken (don't go to the other locations)

Arnold's Country Kitchen on 8th Avenue is the best damn restaurant in Nashville for going on 40 years (family owned and working with the same recipes for all that time)
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Emmy Squared is hands down the best burger I've ever eaten. It's a bit pricey, but it is 1000% worth it.
 
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Geaux_Vols said:
will never not post this if it comes across my timeline. what an awesomely insane person.

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Big John was a bad man. I remember sitting in the south end zone his freshman year. I was in the second row I believe. The Vols had somebody pinned deep in their own territory. John hadn't really made a name for himself at that point. I looked over and was thinking "who the *$#@ is that as he stood up, dwarfing those around him. He appeared to be a head taller than anyone else. I remember thinking, "This dude is going to be special".
 
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utkevdawg1 said:
I wrote this story down last year with a little help from my mum remembering the Vice Principal's name and what was said the next day. The event itself was seared in my memory though. I recall each moment as if it was yesterday.

I was about 6 in a class called Transition, which was between kindergarten and 1st grade.
I was in class playing games with the other kids when I heard someone shout "Ms. Fuller is bleeding!"

I looked over and my teacher was face down in a rapidly growing pool of blood, flopping her feet unconsciously in her long black skirt like a beached exasperated dolphin trying to get back out to sea after hours of effort. I can still recall the exact pitch and tone of her moans. It was haunting.

I quickly sprang out of the classroom in search of help. Our classroom was practically annexed so I had to run through the empty cafeteria and down a few sets of small stairs before I burst through the double doors to the rest of the school and saw the Vice Principal's office midway down the hall.
I ran up to the exposed secretary desk and quickly yelled at the secretary, Where's Mr. Lee?!? Where's Mr. Lee?!?"

To her credit, before saying anything else, she revealed his whereabouts further down the hall.
Not wasting a second to explain, I continued my sprint, rounded the corner and litterally almost ran into the gym teacher. Who was talking to Vice Principal Lee!

"I tugged his shirt sleeve and said, "Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee!...
He cut me off and told me it was rude to interrupt.
But I broke through his stern and impatient lecture exclaiming, "Ms. Fuller is bleeding! She cut her head bad!"

Mr. Lee and the PE teacher both started jogging back down the hall while I full out sprinted ahead like Lassie leading them to the well.
I heard Mr. Lee tell the secretary as he trotted by to call an ambulance. I guess he sensed my urgency and didn't take time to look for himself to see if it was even needed.

I ran back through the dimly lit cafeteria, flung open the classroom door and saw so much more blood than before. Ms. Fuller had stopped flopping and kids were just standing around. Some now crying. A few were still quietly playing in corner. No one else had done a thing!

The kids were quickly ushered out by Mr. Lee to the cafeteria and the PE teacher ran to attend to Ms. Fuller. Our annexed classroom had an outside exit door and so we didn't see any of what happened after that.

The next day we were back in the cleaned classroom with a sub. Mr. Lee came to talk to us and give us an update. He said she had passed out, hit her head on the corner of the desk. She had lost A LOT of blood (he really emphasized this). I was told that if I hadn't acted in the moment I did, she could have easily died but would make a full recovery.

I wasn't told how, but I suspect, based on how I remember her positioned, drowning facedown in her own blood as opposed to blood loss. But she did lose a lot so it could have been that.
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Wow!!!! Good for you!
 
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utkevdawg1 said:
I wrote this story down last year with a little help from my mum remembering the Vice Principal's name and what was said the next day. The event itself was seared in my memory though. I recall each moment as if it was yesterday.

I was about 6 in a class called Transition, which was between kindergarten and 1st grade.
I was in class playing games with the other kids when I heard someone shout "Ms. Fuller is bleeding!"

I looked over and my teacher was face down in a rapidly growing pool of blood, flopping her feet unconsciously in her long black skirt like a beached exasperated dolphin trying to get back out to sea after hours of effort. I can still recall the exact pitch and tone of her moans. It was haunting.

I quickly sprang out of the classroom in search of help. Our classroom was practically annexed so I had to run through the empty cafeteria and down a few sets of small stairs before I burst through the double doors to the rest of the school and saw the Vice Principal's office midway down the hall.
I ran up to the exposed secretary desk and quickly yelled at the secretary, Where's Mr. Lee?!? Where's Mr. Lee?!?"

To her credit, before saying anything else, she revealed his whereabouts further down the hall.
Not wasting a second to explain, I continued my sprint, rounded the corner and litterally almost ran into the gym teacher. Who was talking to Vice Principal Lee!

"I tugged his shirt sleeve and said, "Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee!...
He cut me off and told me it was rude to interrupt.
But I broke through his stern and impatient lecture exclaiming, "Ms. Fuller is bleeding! She cut her head bad!"

Mr. Lee and the PE teacher both started jogging back down the hall while I full out sprinted ahead like Lassie leading them to the well.
I heard Mr. Lee tell the secretary as he trotted by to call an ambulance. I guess he sensed my urgency and didn't take time to look for himself to see if it was even needed.

I ran back through the dimly lit cafeteria, flung open the classroom door and saw so much more blood than before. Ms. Fuller had stopped flopping and kids were just standing around. Some now crying. A few were still quietly playing in corner. No one else had done a thing!

The kids were quickly ushered out by Mr. Lee to the cafeteria and the PE teacher ran to attend to Ms. Fuller. Our annexed classroom had an outside exit door and so we didn't see any of what happened after that.

The next day we were back in the cleaned classroom with a sub. Mr. Lee came to talk to us and give us an update. He said she had passed out, hit her head on the corner of the desk. She had lost A LOT of blood (he really emphasized this). I was told that if I hadn't acted in the moment I did, she could have easily died but would make a full recovery.

I wasn't told how, but I suspect, based on how I remember her positioned, drowning facedown in her own blood as opposed to blood loss. But she did lose a lot so it could have been that.
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That's a crazy (and well written) story. That's a rough experience to have at such an early age.
 
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