I stepped outside of my school building today to get a bit of fresh air.  On my way out, I ran into another teacher and we exchanged greetings.  I walked past the building a bit and waved at one of the grounds keepers.  As I continued down the sidewalk, I noticed a woman laying in the grass.  Face down.

She didn’t look like she was taking a nap.

I approached her, trying to determine if she was asleep or in distress.  I looked around and didn’t notice anyone other than the two people I had passed earlier.

As I got closer I saw a pair of shoes on the sidewalk and a purse on the other side of the sidewalk with its contents spilling across the grass.

I reached into my pocket to grab my pone, and I walked over to the woman to see if she was ok.

Then I discovered what was going on.

It wasn’t a woman at all.  It was a very life-like mannequin that was part of a mock crime scene for the forensics class.  This isn’t the first time I’ve been caught off guard by a forensics class lesson.  I’ve run into crime scenes of all sorts in the hallways.  Once I had to step around a tape outline of a body on my way to the restroom.

Maybe one day I’ll get used to it.