Tales of A SAPIS Worker (at another school)

24thOct. × ’09

The substance abuse prevention and intervention counselor
will be six weeks late.
He is in the rubber room
(unrelated to kids).

He was playing tennis,
got mad,
smashed his partner over the head
with a racket—
it was proclaimed
a brain hemorrhaging rage.

Do not be alarmed,
he’ll be back soon

to discuss choices

with your first period class.

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