Giving My Student a Massage

And his classroom was the only one that connected two different hallways. You could walk through his classroom, get to the other, get to the other wing of the school. It was really weird. So a lot of people would use his classroom just to cut through. And he'd give shit to people that would cut through. And every time you cut through, you'd have to go, "Sorry, Mr. Howitt." You'd apologize 'cause you were just trying to get to the other thing 'cause you were late. And he always had this idea, he wanted to put a door stomp on the ground so every time you stepped on it, it would power the lights in his room. 'Cause he would get so much foot traffic that he thought that he got enough where he didn't have to waste electricity. And he'd be able to like supply the power just into his classroom through the foot traffic. So that's the type of shit he would do. He was incredible.