Why did the chicken cross the road?

MAJOR UPDATE!

Today, as I was leaving the school to go home, I saw a chicken running around inside our parking lot area. This hasn't been the first time I've seen the chicken there, but it still made me really happy to see it, and I'm not exactly sure why. It made me think of all of my old schools and how this is something that would have never happened to me at those places. I came here to experience something new, and I suppose I got it.

My town is a bit atypical. My other teaching friends have probably never seen a chicken at their school unless it was on the lunch tray. Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a DeLorean and going through a half dozen time periods each day. I'll see farmers cultivating crops by hand right next to our school. Old people will stop and just stare at me like I'm some sort of 1950s minority lost in a white neighborhood. Apartments rise as high as the Seattle downtown buildings. People on the subway watch TV on their telephones. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I guess don't need to.