Schooling Hospitals or Hospital Schooling?

I'm not too sure I like doctors very much. And I shouldn't say that because they are the people we go to when in distress. My doctors are very nice people, all of them. But this year has been like one merry go round of physical distress. Thanks to the little people. No, that's not very fair. Thanks to the guardians of little people who must think that school is some kind of hospital. It's not fair on the little people who come flushed, coughing, sneezing and feeling unwell. I feel sorry for them. Poor little people, they should be in bed all cosy with someone to read them a nice little fairy tale. But it's also poor little me, and yes I feel sorry for myself. I am the one left to face all the coughs and sniffles, and inevitably this and that virus spreads. And as in another merry go round, that makes me sick and I have to stuff myself in bed with nobody to read me a fairytale either. It also makes me stay away from the little people who so fill my life, I love them and yes, it might make me look like some boo-hoo, but I miss them. So the little people go to the doctor, the same as I do. And we get better after a couple of days. So then we go back again to face yet another round of coughs and sneezes, and bang there I go again, back to the doctor. It's not fair. Not fair on the little people who have rights. And not fair on me, who, being a human being also has rights. Schools have one purpose, and that is for them to be filled with little people to learn. They have another purpose and that is for people like me to be able to teach. Not to get sick again and again. Schools are not some addendum of Mater Dei. Nor are they a recovery place. So to all those responsible to little people, have a heart on them, home is the place they should be when they're not well, and that would in turn enable people like me to have more days surrounded by those amazing little people. Don't worry, they will not miss the syllabus, I'd take care of that no problem.