As you know
I went to a little, sadistic military college in the Deep South. I love history as much as anything, barring family and all, but it is a TRUE passion of mine. So much so that I am constantly berated by those who know me saying I should be a teacher.

My idea of 'teaching' comes from upperclass years at college:

Knob (Freshman) has his buttons on the chin strap to his garrison cap with the palmetto trees upside down: Smack Knob as hard as I can in the back of the head causing his garrison cap to slide across quad.

Knob has smirk on his face: smack Knob in the back of his head as hard as I can, erasing said smirk from his face.

Knob has mustard on his uniform from chow: Drop Knob for 20 push ups, waiting until Knob is up from his push-ups and smack him in the back of his head as hard as I can.

I would be the shortest tenured teacher in the history of education.
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Fri 18 Apr 2008, 5:31, Reply)