When I was in High School, one of my friends went completely up in flames. We were in welding class, and a spark hit his pants. A moment later, he went up like pitch. I still remember him freaking out, screaming. I called to him "STOP, DROP, AND ROLL, JOEY!" and he began rolling on the concrete floor. The agriculture (as welding was part of the agriculture course) teacher managed to put him out with a fire extinguisher, and the wood shop teacher/av teacher called an ambulence. There was blood and bits of Joey's charred flesh on the floor, and the room reeked. Mr. Adams had to hose the entire floor off, and we all were sent out to the football feild for the rest of the class period.
And that was one of the most horrific things I've ever seen, ladies and gentlemen of SPPf. Everyday, I am thankful that my burn wasn't as severe.
~Nemmeh ;107;