The following took place at the bike rack after school.
Student: Mr. B, is there a cure for aids?
Me: Well, it can be managed, but there is no official cure.
Student: Oh (his face grew somber as he turned away)
Me: Why do you ask?
Student: Because I have aids.
( I genuinely begin to freak out a bit. I prepare to have a serious conversation with a 5th grader who possibly has aids.)
Me: Who told you that you have aids?
Student: No one, I just know.
(Oh really.)
Me: So how do you JUST know?
Student: Well, I've been sick for three years.
Me: How sick?
Student: My nose is always stuffy.
Me: Sounds like aids, you should probably google it when you get home.
Student: Mr. B, is there a cure for aids?
Me: Well, it can be managed, but there is no official cure.
Student: Oh (his face grew somber as he turned away)
Me: Why do you ask?
Student: Because I have aids.
( I genuinely begin to freak out a bit. I prepare to have a serious conversation with a 5th grader who possibly has aids.)
Me: Who told you that you have aids?
Student: No one, I just know.
(Oh really.)
Me: So how do you JUST know?
Student: Well, I've been sick for three years.
Me: How sick?
Student: My nose is always stuffy.
Me: Sounds like aids, you should probably google it when you get home.
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