1/14: Augusta won't touch mail either:
Augusta is in the office, waiting to go home because he
was touched. It happened during PE, when they were having relay races and he was
shoved. [For a complete understanding of Augusta's problem, see 12/10: Meet
Augusta, but don't touch him] I call up to the office from my classroom and ask
them to assign Augusta some task to work on while he waits.
So they have Augusta put the mail away in the teachers
boxes. And we all know how many people touch mail. He was freaking out. Scared
The secretary told me that she left him in the mailroom to
put away a huge bin of mail. She checked on him 5 minutes later. He was moving
at the pace of a one-hundred year old woman, cautiously picking up each
letter with either one finger from each hand or with his sweatshirt pulled
over his hand. He treated each piece of mail like he was handling weapons grade
She went in and asked him why he wasn't moving along. He
said that he didn't really like to put away mail. She offered him some rubber
gloves. He accepted, and the bin of mail was put away in ten minutes.