As Steve drove to campus, he could not shake the feeling that something was wrong. Yet nothing was out of the ordinary. Just a regular day. His cell phone vibrated in his pants pocket but as he was about to check it, a young student wearing a hoodie over his eyes approached him.
“Yo, Dr. Jones, what’s poppin, mang?”
“You are not in any of my classes, ‘mang,’” replied Steve mockingly. “Who are …?”
Just as Steve was replying, the student got up close to Steve and stabbed him violently in the stomach. The knife went into his side, four times in quick succession like a jackhammer. The student walked quickly down the hall, dropped the knife, and exited into the stairwell. Steve turned around, confused as to what happened. He looked at the knife on the ground. It was a pocketknife, about six
