And the Glass Shattered

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Cold, dark Tuesday morning, fourth period, the students got up from their tense and heartbreaking class and assembled to leave the room. It had been a tense class due to the fact that their written tests had been returned and besides the low grades, the opinions differed on what the students thought were the right answers and what the correct answers actually were. There were lots of arguments, negative energy in the air, evil thoughts. Not from everyone of course, but mainly from the professor who was going through a rough time with his health and family affairs.

This particular professor was known to have special powers and it seemed that nowadays these powers had faded. Patience, justice, kindness, empathy, and a knack for using music to teach his lessons were just some of the professor’s special powers. Some former students were even convinced that the professor could read minds in addition to having eyes in the back of his head. Apparently these powers were stashed away inside during the past few weeks, which had to be due to the norms of the institution. The professor was very sad about the changes in the attitude of the students, parents and the people who ruled the school, not to mention some of the co-workers. The times were changing; the younger generation was at war with the older generation; and to be honest, both of them were lost. Despite all of this, one could not tell that the light was dimming inside the professor due to the warm smile that the professor wore most of the times, especially while roaming the school halls.

However, in Room D2 there was no need to smile all the time. To be more precise, there was something in that classroom that transformed even the sweetest being into something gruesome. In that classroom students were mean to each other by laughing when someone made a mistake in grammar or pronunciation; some of the boys like to beat each other up (give the other boys wedgies); some of the students played on their cell phones during classes; others chatted; and some even slept. It was hell. At one point, the professor even thought of giving up the job, believing that he was to blame for all of these sad actions that took place. However, the little strand of faith in him made him get up every morning and go.

Cold, dark Tuesday morning, the students gather their material, get up and prepare to storm out of the room before the bell when all of a sudden there is a loud sound of glass shattering. The professor cries out for the students to protect themselves and to move away from the windows. The students start to say that they hadn’t done anything. The professor is worried whether anyone has been hurt.

An acute pain is felt by the professor, who knew that the signal had been given. Shattered dreams; broken hearts; ruined relationships, all of which were represented by the act of the glass breaking. The professor knew that that window exploding by itself was a notice of possible danger; a warning that the energy in that room needed to be improved. Hate, mistrust, arrogance, cheating, belly land, and competition needed to be removed from that place.

With the shattered glass all over the place, the professor was hit with a feeling that the change needed to come from him. Indeed he had special powers; the power of prayer. When the room emptied out, the professor got on his knees and prayed.

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(Written May 28, 2013- based on a glass window that broke in the author’s classroom by accident.) 
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