Norms

The other day, I saw a guy being taken out of my school in hand cuffs. He was accompanied by two of Chicago's Finest. Who do these people think they are, thinking they can sport a popped collar and get away with it. Its about time they start getting arrested.  I don't even know who reported them. I should have asked the front desk.

Whats the word?

I was just one of many, surfing the web and wasting time in the full computer lab today. I usually keep an eye on anyone coming in. Someone has got to do it. It is  usually a pretty calm, quiet place. The majority of the sounds being cell phones ringing and older people losing patients on computers they don't understand.
From the corner of my eye, I saw someone approaching. An older, Indian woman, who looked to be in her late 40's. She was frustrated and swiftly heading in my direction. I didn't think much of it because I had no idea who she was. But I still wondered why she was looking straight at me and walking towards me. What was even more odd, was that she began to talk to me.  She held her books and papers up in the air and was telling how confused she was.
"See, I just don't seem to understand it in the text. I don't feel I can say it. And even though I looked it up, it doesn't seem to make sense to me, still, that he chided them and they still respected him."
She showed me an open book, as if I knew what she was talking about and as if I understood. There was a small black and white photo of something. She went on...
"It says he chided the people. And that confuses me because the people respected him and changed their ways after he chided them. Why would he chide them? You know?"
I just looked at her face. -Looked her in the eyes, making eye contact and waited for the moment she realizes she does not know me, I am not in any of her classes and I haven't seen her before. Because of my own personal weakness of keeping myself together, in a situation as odd as this, I had to turn away because that moment I was waiting for never came. While I was away, I thought I'd humor myself.
"Whats the word?"
"Chided," she said.  I typed it in and got a quick answer.
"Chided," I said. "To scold to make better or improve." 
"But why would he chide them if they respected him?" she asked, looking me fearfully in the eyes.

" I think, because he wanted to better them. And if they respected they would changed their ways." 
-Of course, I had absolutely no idea what the hell I was talking about in reference to what she was saying, but I went along with it anyway because, I had a lot of time to kill. I also felt bad for her because she just didn't know what I knew.
"I really think it works," I told her.
"You really think so?"
"I do. I really do."
She then thanked me generously and disappeared almost as quickly as she came.