It happened in the 1960s in an older building than the current high school. The teacher’s classroom windows looked out onto a cement courtyard where large trashcans awaited pickup.
As the teacher blasted the boy’s behavior, he noticed the trash truck outside and a man in dirty work clothes dumping the cans.
“Look out there,” said the teacher. “Is that what you want? Huh? Do you want to be a garbage man when you leave here – picking up trash all day for a living?”
A female student sitting up front suddenly broke out in tears.
“Why are you crying,” the stunned teacher asked.
“That’s my father,” she blubbered.