First off I want to thank everybody who has helped me with my survey. I genuinely appreciate it, and will not forget those who helped me. I may come up to a few of you who I haven't asked yet in the upcoming days before I complete my survey, but kudos to all who helped. I will let you know the results of my survey, and how I did on my essay. To be honest, the essay is crap so far. But it's just in its beginning stages and I hope I can overcome my laziness to make it into something respectable.

Today was a harsh day. I was in my General Business class in the morning, and my teacher was rambling on about stuff. I was just sitting there looking at the clock. But I did listen to some of the stuff. In fact, he was telling us about how there are so many business oppotunities out there, and all we need to do is look and we can make something of ourselves. He said he'd even come help us find those opportunities in life. Then he mentioned how life is an escalator and we're all on our way up just as we step on, but most of us are behind him. Then all of a sudden, he gets up, says he's thirsty, and gives us a really blank stare and says he doesn't feel so good. He asks a student to go with him outside to get some water, and a few students go with him. The next thing we hear is a huge thud, and the entire class gets up to go outside. Our teacher was on the floor, unconscious, and bleeding in the side of his head because he fell on his glasses which snapped in half and cut his face. I could hear him moaning but he wasn't responding to anything and I'm pretty sure he couldn't hear us.

Someone called 911 with their phone, another called campus police, and a lot of us just stood around him trying to figure out what to do. I was pretty scared, everybody was. A couple of police dudes rushed to him, but they did absolutely nothing to improve his condition. To be honest, the police guys looked like they had absolutely no training at all. I think I had more medicine knowledge than these fools. My teacher Mr Kuhns had a weak pulse, bleeding from the fall, and his face was purple because he wasn't getting any air. The ambulance did eventually come and someone did do CPR as they arrived, but I tell you what, there's nothing scarier than watching a man die and not knowing what to do. I mean I've watched hundreds of episodes of ER, but that's just tv. When you see a man on the floor and he's helpless, it's hard to do anything.

They told us to clear the hall and class was dismissed. The last thing I was told is that he had a heart attack and they were trying to revive him. But that was coming from a teacher and I don't know if he meant the word "revive" or not. I had a calculus test two hours later. I thinked I really failed it, and I've never said that about anything I've done so far at CCSF. I'm not blaming it on the incident. In fact, I was hoping to dedicate that test to Mr. Kuhns, but I don't think that score is worth dedicating to anybody. So this could be my downfall, and if my grades start to slip these final 26 days I'm in trouble. Or maybe this is the motivation I need to get my act back together; to see another human being in pain to realize the time I've got now is good.

They say Mr. Kuhns had a heart attack, but I won't know until Monday what happened after I left the classroom. Mr. Kuhns may not come back this semester, and Mr. Kuhns may not even come back to CCSF, but I'll always remember Mr. Kuhns stressed the point that every one of us had potential. And that means a lot when it seems everyday, the world tells me otherwise.