Well not actually.  Her hysteria culminated upon the sight of La Llorona and the recitation of a poem about the legend.

She had a student named Nephtali De Leon who loved to draw pictures and write poetry.  When she had the class recite their writing assignment to her, he insisted that he show his painting during his recital.  She didn't mind until she saw the image of the half dead woman, and the bodies of the dead children around her.  

She immediately confiscated his work and had him sent to the principal's office.  She thought the boy was mentally deranged, and requested to the principal that he be sent for psychiatric evaluation.  

The principal was very bureaucratic with her and explained that the board was not going to tolerate any indication of failure.  There are to be no dropouts in La Mesa.  We will prove that segregated pedagogy will work. 

Add references to the bilingual educational reform movements in Texas at the time.

She left the office trying to keep herself together, but she could not get the image of the weeping woman's face out of her head.  She started to have hallucinations and began seeing the woman in the school class rooms, the portraits of past school principals and teachers, in cars passing on the street, in the migrant workers as they were leaving the cotton fields for lunch.  She ran home in an attempt to hide from the visions, but it was no use.  They continued to appear before her.  She had to protect herself, so she went to her husband's desk and took his revolver that he kept for security.  She had to stay outside, the home had too many windows and doors that increased her paranoia.  She took the sheets from her bed, grabbed a lawn chair and sat in the backyard with the weapon for protection.  

The visual hallucinations continued, but she also began to start hearing the woman as the sound of the wind surrounded her.  Her nose started bleeding and she could taste the blood on her lips.  She began to shiver in the intense heat.

It was too much for her.  She had to end this madness.  The gun was the only way to end the onslaught of visceral pain that consumed her.  

Then her daughter Florence came home from school.