Wow!
That miserable, creepy son-of-a-bitch
Threw that book at me.
What do I do with this?
I’ve been teaching for 12 years
And have a stack of letters and awards
That speak to my teacher/student relationships.
Now this.
Yeah the kid was not doing well.
No doubt he holds me responsible.
Yeah, I figured that out
When the book sailed past my nose.
Come Monday does he assault my classroom?
Do we put the school in lock-down, increase security?
No, I didn’t see it coming.
Yes, the school and the police have been notified.
I should see a psychologist.
I could carry this one a long, long time.
Does the kid get tossed? Maybe get a criminal charge?
Do I need to move, wife, dogs and all?
One minute I’m explaining next week’s final exam.
Next, the bastard throws a book.
This is America, where there are more guns than people.
Christ, do I get a bodyguard?
My mind is racing. I’m a mess.
Get a grip! Right!
Later I’ll look at how I ahandled this.
Now I want to be safe.
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