ONCE WHEN I WAS STILL IN 5TH GRADE, MY TEACHER TOLD US A STORY ABOUT A TEACHER WHO HAD JUST RETIRED; SHE HAD STAYED LATE AT SCHOOL, GRADING PAPERS. IT WAS LIKE 10 PM. SHE LEFT HER CLASSROOM AND AT THE END OF THE HALL WAS A GLOWING BALL OF LIGHT. IT FLOATED AWAY THROUGH THE CLOSED DOORS ON THE END OF THE HALL. WEIRD, HUH?