Sleeves, a Tongue, and 911

This week has been eventful as far as stories go. My third graders and I learned two lessons about how not to get hurt (also a spelling word this week). Then I learned something on my own.

Sleeves
Two of my third grade students were pulling their arms inside their sweatshirts to be silly. One must have bumped the other, because I looked up to see one boy taking a nose dive, writhing all the way down because he couldn't reach out to catch himself. He split his lip and started bleeding. After he was on his way to the office, I turned to the class and said something like, "There's a life lesson: keep your arms in your sleeves."

A Tongue
One of the other boys in my class stuck his tongue to a frozen pole at recess ...on his birthday. He didn't wait for water--he ripped his tongue right off the pole. I later heard one of my other boys solemnly declare, "I will never stick my tongue to a pole." However, now the boy's famous as far as third-graders go and is writing a story about his experience.

911
On the way home after this week of life lessons, I notice that a car in front of me was weaving in its lane. Then the car starts veering into other lanes at random without a blinker. This person must be drunk, I thought as the car almost veered into a passing semi. Following him, I called 911 on my cell phone, knowing this guy was an accident waiting to happen. I stayed behind him, hoping he wouldn't crash before someone pulled him over. I wondered how long it would take to reach the correct authority on a cell phone.
I was actually surprised how quickly I was transferred to an Orem dispatcher and then UHP (and grateful). Being behind the California driver, I was able to tell them the license plate very easily. Someone else had already called him in, too, in fact. They were sending someone to pull him over.
I'm not sure what happened to this guy (or gal). Around University exit, the guy veered sharply to the right and hit the rumble strip. Quickly overcorrecting, he shot left and... I, in a different lane, had no choice but to keep driving past. I wish I knew what happened afterward.