Basically, my dads an English Teacher at the local public high school and he’s the advisor for the robotics club. While I myself attend a private school in the area, my dad often asks me to come help supervise the club— he will go out for a smoke about once an hour, so during those 30 minutes I am usually the only one watching the kids.

Now it might help to add that public school kids are a different breed. The shit they pull is astounding. At my school, there’s a sort of informal motto: “No B.S.” (“Being Silly”, according to the teachers, though we all know the true meaning of that acronym). It seems like the opposite motto is held by public school kids, even the so-called bright ones.

Today I was extra tired from a day of taking tests for 5 different classes, and I was in a sour mood. Even while my dad was there, this kid Dempin was acting up: putting magnets into his ears, for example, or juggling batteries. My dad snapped at him, which caused the problem behavior to stop, but right after that he went on a smoke break.

It didn’t take Dempin long to start back up again, and this time he was running around and spraying kids with his inhaler. I told him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. So when he passed me by I tripped him and took the inhaler from where it had landed on the floor.

I didn’t say anything, I just went to the front of the class and threw it into a black cabinet and shut it inside. Dempin began pleading with me to get it back, which I ignored. I guess the stress and the running around really got him, because he started wheezing like a cat with a hairball. At first I thought he was joking or trying to trick me into giving it back, but it became clear very quickly that he was having an asthma attack. I ran to my dads desk and tried to get into the cabinet with Dempin’s inhaler, but it wouldn’t open. I realized then that it was a safe, not a cabinet.

I had Dempin come down with me to the school entrance where my dad was having his smoke. This wasn’t the best idea in hindsight, given that we had to go down 4 flights of stairs and then breathe in dense cigarette smoke, but I wasn’t thinking straight.

I gave my dad a rundown of what happened and he immediately called an ambulance. He kept calling me irresponsible and foolish, which I suppose I deserved. It wasn’t until Dempin was loaded into the ambulance that my dad told me that the safe was one that he got at an antique store and he hadn’t gotten around to changing the code from whatever it had been before.

We stayed outside Dempin’s hospital room for hours, and it seems like he’s going to be okay. But his parents are furious and I’m scared they are going to press charges.

TL;DR I underestimated the foolishness of Public school kids