The student would've answered but he was busy eating a stapler.
As if spending their lives dealing with people going through puberty wasn't a big enough prank on teachers.
This was also an alternate ending to Dead Poets Society.
His kryptonite is not being paid attention to.
Luckily, the valedictorian is also a competitive speed stacker.
Don't worry, those are Fair Trade clarinets.
Right now he's rowing 2 girls deep and doesn't know why, but who's he to ask questions.
Sometimes sh*t literally hits the fan... and then the whole room smells.
This was the last time he let his soothsayer mom lay out his clothes for him.