I have a crappy memory. It’s not that I forget things. Once something is in the memory, it’s there. But I just don’t transfer a lot of experiences into my memory. So other than the fact that my third grade teacher’s name was Ms. Gilbert, and a couple of other things, I don’t really remember a whole lot about the third grade.
But I’m fairly sure that I didn’t engage in a conspiracy with other third graders to kill or maim my teacher.
I weep for the future.
My favorite part—if that’s the right word—is this:
Police say the students were hatching a plan to harm their teacher Friday morning. They even brought items from home to carry out the plan.
“They had a broken steak knife, a crystal paper weight, toy handcuffs, several items and tape and stuff,” says Lt. Caswell.
A steak knife and a paper weight? Who was this teacher? Rasputin?