As I walked through the intermediate wing and turned the corner there it was - this odor that may not ever be able to describe with words. It hit me like a slap in the face. I am not one to be meek with strong odors, but this one took me out at me knees. I see my principal and we lock eyes, I am fighting back the gagging reflex, but I can't even make it to the next connecting hallway. I made a break for the door, I had to step outside to catch my breath. My principal makes sure I am ok and hurriedly walks to find the custodian. I asked her to double check the sewer isn't backing up!! I am then greeted by the gifted teacher with a look of horror on her face. The horrible smell is unavoidable, we make a break for the front foyer and are overcome with the smell of Lysol. That seals it, we dodge back out of there and seek a new retreat.
I see a different teacher headed in the direction of where I just came from. She approaches me with worry asking if I am ok. I continue to fight off the gag reflex and all but have tears streaming from my eyes. I warn her, “don't go that way - DON'T DO IT!” I grab my next social work group, stop by that teacher and offer to deliver her paper. Really there was no need for her to suffer too, I HAD to go back that way anyway. By the time that group ended, life was back to normal. Come to find out it was a little one who had diarrhea...they entire way to the office - POOR KID. It honestly was the most wretched smell I have ever encountered in my entire life!