I imagined the scene from the other student’s eyes.
Our teacher’s hand gripping Nick’s arm.
Ketchup smeared inside an open drawer
packed tight with Styrofoam trays,
cellophane wrapping, bits of egg, crumbs of biscuit.
An entire class shocked into silence.
Hatred boiling in the squint of our teacher’s eye.
“Holy shit,” said the other student
and rushed out of the room to alert his teacher.
Five minutes later, the principal and his assistants
trooped down to our classroom and took our teacher.
We later learned that he had been fired
and sentenced to a year’s worth of
anger management classes.