At Uni, not school
Our inorganic chemistry teacher was always all red and sweaty and smell funny. We always made fun of him, saying he was a paedo and he got so sweaty for looking at the girls with skirts.

We finally found out that he'd saved several people from a house on fire and his skin had never recovered properly.

I've never felt so bad.
(Aberracion Life's getting very complicated, but a lot of fun., Wed 28 Apr 2010, 9:47, Reply)