Secretarial school is in the middle of a crowded ocean. This is not ideal but you can't very well learn to type on an island full of animals and those animals need to eat. Most people don't mind the middle of the ocean because most people are insane. But the normal, terrified few learn to swim and pretend to be crazy. They swim in shorthand in the morning and wash up on shore at night, each time pushing down the sanity bubbling under their own waves. They look just like the other crazy people with briefcases and sensible shoes except sometimes they have to swallow down the bright white fear from their eyes that comes from their absolute sanity.

One day, the sanity will win. It will wake them up in the middle of the ocean and yell "Don't you know where you are? You're in the middle of an ocean and there are too many swimmers here for all of you to kick your legs.  Don't you know how far you are from shore, that even your precious shore could wash away? Don't you know your leg could cramp? Don't you know that you're going to drown?" And then they will.