My english teacher
was wonderful. A mid-sixties Irish ex-nun who couldn't control the class at all - though luckily we were *usually* good. She loved me (just about the only teacher who could stand me, actually). But that didn't stop me from having fun at her expense.

My favourite project (oh yes, they would go on for a while) was to freak her out when she was reading to the class. I would put on my best disarming smile, tilt my head slightly, and not look away from her eyes. At some point she would make eye contact, and freak out a little bit. I think it scared her a touch, and she would be unable to concentrate or continue reading as she kept looking back at this boy who was just smiling... smiling... smiling...

After a while, the guy next to me joined in. Then a couple more. Until one day she looked up from a witches scene in Macbeth to find 75% of the class staring and smiling... and smiling... and smiling...
(HarryTheMole whatever's on my finger is going in your mouth, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 10:23, 1 reply)

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For being a Midwich Cuckoo.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 10:29, closed)