If you had told me when I was a teenager, that in ten years I would have to teach students how to fight against a flock of fowls rather than to write an essay, I would have laughed in your face.

It’s not a laughing matter.

When the first wave of chickens began attacking their handlers, we thought it was just a disease infecting a small batch of them.

Then it began happening to more and more of the winged creatures. 

People began dying at an increased rate, either because of the diseased creatures that attacked or because of the piercing power of their beaks. 

Kids no longer come to school to learn the subjects that we did when we were younger. Now, they come here to survive another day.