Not wanted in class...fine!
I had a maths teached called Mr Russel who was a slightly crusty individual, always with the remnants of his last meal on his tie and shirt, sometimes I'm sure it was more like the last three meals.

Sat in class one day and a frind used a big steel ruler to flip an eraser (I would say rubber but the merry cans would get confused) towards said teacher.

It must haave reached Mach 5 in the time it tok to travel the 15 feet or so towards the front of the class. Just before its rendezvous with Mr Russels head, he snapped around t oface the class and cought it slap bang in the middle of his forehead. A thoroughly amusing SLAP reverberated around the classroom and myself and my friends collapsed in tears of laughter as his forehead grew redder and redder.

I was quickly singled out as the instigator and even though I completely protested my innocence (and I was indeed innocent of the deed!) I was told to pick up my table and chair and go and sit outside of the classroom.

So I jammed my desk by the door but was so far back I couldnt read the blackboard. The buildings were single storey, with one whole side of the class being a large glass window. So, I picked up my desk, carried it outside and plonked it down outside the window where I could see the blackboard. Mr Russel pokes his head out of the window and asks what I think I am doing so I explain that I couldnt see the board from the back of the class and its much nicer out here in the sun anyway.

He let me get on with it, not wanting to encourage me further. Every class after that I moved my desk outside to the same spot on sunny days, or to the door on rainy days. He just let me get onwith it!
(indigo_prime, Wed 25 Jul 2007, 13:14, Reply)