One day my health teacher in middle school just like ā¦ didnāt show up for class. And so of course we were allĀ āoh if he doesnāt show up in fifteen minutes weāre legally allowed to leaveā, giggling about it and all the bullshit. He did eventually show up, ten minutes into the class time. He looked haggard as fuck, sweating all over, hair messed up, beaten to hell and back. We stared at him and were about to ask what in the world happened to him when he stopped in front of his desk and smacked his bicycle helmet down on it.Ā
His helmet had this odd discolored patch on it. Like, white against white, but ā¦ weird? Itās then that I realized his helmet didnāt have a discolored patch, it had a patch missing. A big chunk of his helmet had just been shaved away, the curve of the helmet gone and sanded flat by whatever it had been scraped against. And running through that patch, from one side of the helmet to the other, was this big crack, like the whole helmet had split like an eggshell.Ā
Our teacher took a couple deep panting breaths and then told our class:Ā āAnd this,ā he took another deep breath, āis why you always wear your helmetā.Ā
And thatās the story of how an entire class of middle school students took helmet-wearing very seriously for the rest of their lives.Ā
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