Sometimes you just have to break a few rules. 🙂
In senior year, English class, Ky Vargas and I suddenly jumped up and shot our senior English teacher with toy guns that threw out little frisbees and said together, “Score. Direct hit.”
We really thought it would be funny. (seriously — I don’t remember why, but we did)
This was a generation before anybody thought a kid might bring a real gun into a school, so we weren’t sent to Guantanamo Bay for that stupid schtick.
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