CN dad of austic boy places a recording device in his pocket and caught some inappropraite stuff on tape.
I think we can all agree that how the teacher acted was wrong, and I am glad that action was finally taken to help that boy and the others in his class. But I would hate the thought that someone was recording me without my knowledge.
Love is like infinity: You can't have more or less infinity, and you can't compare two things to see if they're "equally infinite." Infinity just is, and that's the way I think love is, too.