I awoke yesterday morning, thinking that the sun was shining much too brightly. A glance at my cell phone informed me that I should have walked into Buttress High School six minutes previously. Uh-oh.
Thursday we had a very large fight involving thirteen students at Buttress. As I walked towards the office door Friday, I was startled and somewhat chagrined to see three Richmond County Sheriff's Department cruisers parked in the bus loading area. Dr. R. told me that there had been "credible threats" made, so without notifying him, the sheriff sent a bunch of deputies. I could tell this was going to be a wonderful day.
After teaching a few very rambunctious classes (one student was especially upset that I had called his grandmother to let her know he had been using the "n word" in class), I left early to make it to ASU for a seminar. As I drove, I opened the center console panel, and went cold inside. My .44 Special was missing.
I was almost to the college when I realized that my ACU bag I brought back from OEF was missing, too. I stopped at the college briefly, but in my state of mind, I knew I wouldn't get anything out of the lecture. I drove home just to double-check, and then called in a police report.
I was at "College Days" Thursday night especially to visit and talk to representatives from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Chapel Hill was one of only a handful of colleges that cancelled. While parked at the Civic Center, my bag with my computer and several books, as well as my .44, were stolen. The deputy I spoke with said that my battery for my remote might be dying, as when this happens, I might get an "armed" chirp without the doors actually locking.
Makes me sick, guys. I suppose this is the way of the world, that many, if not most, people will take what advantage they can, but that laptop has school and personal writing, and some pictures, that are irreplaceable. Theft sometimes not only takes things of value: sometimes it takes pieces of your life.