Help, Help, he's after me!

Big problems in school. I have suggested to a student that he might not pass the course. He is a big guy and quite threatening. I received a threatening e-mail from him, which I had to take to the Dean.

He actually shot himself in the foot by sending that note. All he had to do was a makeup paper addressing the issues that needed improvement.

I have been teaching many years and never experienced such a thing. I have never been scared of a student!

Big comings and goings all day. I bounced from one Dean’s office to another. I haven’t been involved in this much intrigue since… well never.

Guess I have led a rather boring life.

This thing followed me home: One e-mail after another, one call after another.

Just for the heck of it I went to the local grocery store where-yup-we have a blood pressure machine.

Sky high!

Therefore, now I am in bed, in my sweats, have taken an aspirin, and am watching the boob tube with the window open.

Fresh air feels good.

There will be more calls throughout the day.

If you do not hear from me. I have either dropped dead or have been done in by this fellow.

Or, I have done him in and have taken residence in the local jail!