Aaron Johnson: Everything was normal in second period shop class

The school year was coming to an end and we freshmen had mastered the art of all tasks set before us. Mr. Jackson, our mentor, teacher, hero, and sometimes friend, had taught us well the arts of wood work, lawnmower repair, welding, and a thing or two about electricity. It was just another day to kill as the academic year came to a close for the summer. That was until Bobby set himself on fire. The excitement meter took a noticeable tick upwards when someone noticed the smell of burning cotton and flesh. The odd thing was that Bobby was completely engrossed in his mission. He was sitting on th