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.