All Those Pieces
Into the Hearts and Minds of the
Strolling into the large classroom to retrieve one of my students, I glimpsed her out of the corner of my eye, and I knew something bad was on the way. She was still seated, but bore a look of sheer animal rage. As she jumped up and leapt toward me, I had just enough time to lift my right arm to shield my face (as I had been taught to do). She clamped down so fiercely on my forearm that she and I essentially became one. Her teeth cut into me as she threw me up against a desk. Time seems to freeze in such moments. I remember falling back on the desk, completely unable to move. The next thing I remember is feeling a release as a large woman pulled her off of me. I was left half-dazed. Her teeth had left their imprint on my arm and I was bleeding....