Long ago back in first grade the school introduced us to gym hour in order to keep us active and healthy. It was fun running laps, doing pushups, and playing dodge ball until one day our gym teacher came in all quiet and staring at the floor instead of yelling at us to run laps.
She asked us all to just sit down where we were so we did. She started talking about her weekend and how while she was in church a bat flew from the ceiling towards her. It scared her so much that she had a heart attack and had to be rushed to the hospital. As she spoke more about her ordeal her voice got softer and softer to the point I could no longer hear most of what she said.
We were being informed about this because she no longer could yell or exercise with us and above all we needed to behave for her. Makes sense so far but then she asked a question to us all. "Anyone raise their hand if..." is all I understood her say. After she asked this question she just looked at us all and everyone went silent and all you could hear were noises of uncomfortable movements from the kids.
After about two minutes of this silence I raised my hand slowly to ask what the question was. I should have never done so because once she locked her stare onto me the class erupted with whispers of disgust and hatred. I got my answer when she asked me "Luke, you want me to die?" with tears in her eyes. Of course I didn't and I said so but the damage was done.
The thing I think is odd is why ask kids a question like that?
Later on she was my third grade teacher. That school year was very bad since she probably still believed I wanted her dead.
