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It's only 10:00 am, but it's been quite a day already. It's Tuesday, and I am at school, and can hardly believe what has happened. This morning during the teachers' meeting, one of the teachers was out in the hallway, yelling at the students. He was very severe, and was slamming a chair or something. He was scolding a bunch of kids from 2-A, the only troublesome class in the school. I haven't been told what it was about, but it was important enough for several of the teachers and the vice-principal to leave the meeting, to see what was happening. Later, about 10 students were escorted to the first floor for more scolding from the 2nd grade teachers. Because of this disturbance, the classes got off to a late start. I taught 3rd grade, and nothing unusual happened in that class. But the day was still young. I finished the class without in strange occurrences, but that all changed during the break between 1st and 2nd period. I was sitting at my desk, waiting for the teacher's helpers to come, when all of a sudden, a bunch of students came running down the hall, and into the teachers' room. The kids were yelling, "Chigira!" and grabbed Ms. Arai. Soon, 4 more teachers and some students were running after them. It was a huge commotion. This was all caused by the student, Chigira. He is autistic, and sometimes has outbreaks of violence at school. Well, I assume that this was one of these times. For some reason or another, he put his arm through a window, and cut himself pretty badly. An ambulance was called. Meanwhile, the teachers tried their best to clean up the mess, keep Chigira calm, and keep the other students In class. By the time the ambulance came, Chigira was calm, and his arm well wrapped, and elevated. I'd like to tell you an unrelated story. About 2 weeks ago, I was walking home from the grocery store. Somebody honked, and stupid me looked around to see who it was. If I had been clear-headed, I never would have looked, because I knew very well who honked. Two Indian men in a white sports car, were the culprits. I thought that was the end of the ordeal, but it wasn't. When I got to my apartment, there the two men were. The hadn't known where I lived, it just happened to be the nearest place to turn off the road. Anyway, one of the men got out of the car and introduced himself. He wanted to know if I had any time, could he have my number, did I live alone, would I accept his number, did I have any time, would I have any time in the future, could he call me, could he see me again, did I have any time...? I was very polite, and told him I was busy and wouldn't call him if he gave me his number. I told him I didn't know if I lived alone, but I would not give him my number. Some people are so crazy. Did he really think that I would call him? What a strange way |