When I was in high school, I spent a lot of time doing artwork. My last two years of high school, I spent hours everyday in the art classroom working on one project or another, totally immersed in my work. One day I turned around and everyone was gone.
I walked to the other section of the art department and still no one. I walked out into the hallways. Still no one there. I looked in the gym, thinking I had missed something, and still no one was there. Classroom after classroom was empty, and so I headed for the door to go outside.
My heart thudded in my chest: a row of Bomb Squad officers lined up not to far away from me, peering at me over their guns. And behind them, the entire student body and teachers.
Apparently someone had called in a bomb threat and no one bothered to tell the deaf guy that the school was evacuating.
Anyway, fast forward years later. [Read more →]

