Sad

I know how the fan met its untimely end. And I know who. It’s sad. He’s not such a bad kid and a pretty smart one too. He just had one of those brain-disengaged moments as he walked out of the classroom. I’m glad he didn’t hurt himself. Pointy metal objects and fans don’t mix.

We’ll see how it plays out. I hope he confesses. Natural consequences would include not replacing the fan. But even with a fan, brains are baking in this room. By the time we are in the high eighties, I know my thoughts are getting scattered.