Most interesting thing today

The most interesting thing that happened today. Easy. Let's just say it involves; varnish, paintbrushes, orange stuff, green stuff (chemical like soap) soap, water, rubbing achohol, paper towels, and gasoline.

Sure that's a big list. But it only happened in about an hour and a half. Now let me explain. First of all, we were varnishing some pieces of wood that were going to have nails and all that good stuff to spell, faith hope love. Today we were going to put on a second coat of varnish. The person who put the first coat of varnish didn't clean the paintbrush. But I used it anyway. Then I went to clean the paintbrush. So I was washing the brush and the varnish wouldn't come out. The teacher came and started cleaning the paintbrush she used to varnish the boards. We worked on it during first recess. (which is about ten minutes starting about 10:30 a.m.) then my teacher, Mrs. Alfred, got some chemically soap to help us clean the brushes. It sort of worked. When it was done we washed our hands when we realized that both of our hands were sticky. Well Mrs. Alfred poured the chemically soap that had orange in it's name onto our hands. Then we put hand sanitizer on our hands, then we used sanitizing wipes. Mrs. Alfred's hands weren't sticky but mine were. But recess had ended by then so I went to English. All through English my wonderful teacher, Mrs. Alfred let me keep on going downstairs to try to get the stickiness away. After English it was lunch time. By then I started to cry. I couldn't eat because I had chemicals on my hands and they could be deadly if I touched my sandwich then eat it. So i cryer when the little room teacher, Mrs. Barnum (kindergarten and first) saw me crying and started to get me out of my trance by tickling me. She had to do it for about thirty seconds before she tickled me on both sides of my ribs to get me out of my trance. When I told her my dilemma she suggested rubbing achohol. Then she ran to get some. She later came back and I washed my hands with rubbing achohol. But it didn't work. Then Mrs. Barnum also suggested that I eat my sandwich with my sandwich bag covering my fingers while I ate. I ate all my luck except for my Kit Kat. Helen, my bus driver was there to save me from my misery. She was there with gasoline.
we went out to the parking lot where she got a bucket with the nozel for where you pour gas through. Well she told me what she was going to do. then she poured gas onto my cupped hands, then i scrubbed my hands like as if the gas was soap. Then she dried my hands with a dirty wash cloth, but i didn't get all the varnish off. She had to pour some more. Then i went into the school and washed my hands four times. Finally. I was free.
I went outside for second recess and spined and swung on the swings super happy that i was free of varnish. I ate my Kit Kat and my terrible day started to look like it was going to get happier.