Where I Work...

Maybe Ms. Jillian is a little slow at times, but after 3 long years, she finally realized that she does not work at a school. Instead, she works at an asylum for humans ranging from age 11 to 14 (Of course, there are some special cases where we oversee humans over 14).

While demonstrating the chemical reaction that occurs when we add hydrochloric acid (HCl) to a piece of calcite (chalk), a student tries to pull the test tube out of my hands and bring it towards his mouth.

Here at our asylum, we have a group we classified "gifted". They like finding Waldo. They like sitting in rolling chairs and rolling around the room. They like playing with silly skateboards that Mickey D's sell in their happy meals. When their silly skateboards are taken away from them, they resort to pen caps. These observations were taken with another asylum worker after a routine mathematics assessment.

Speaking of our routine mathematics assessment, we had a student who felt sick during the assessment. He was sent to the nurse. After lunch, a fellow asylum worker asked, "are you feeling better?" The student confirmed that he was feeling better than before. At dismissal, he was asked the same question. The reply was just not the same:

The student hurled up whatever he had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner from today, yesterday, and the day before yesterday! Give him credit for aiming at the garbage can during the second round of throw-up. But he was de-credited when the dean scolded him for holding up dismissal. "WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST HOLD IT FOR 5 MORE MINUTES WHEN YOU'RE OUTSIDE?!"
On final note:
Does this look like gray?