Dance like no one's watching, kids.
Heh heh _hard_ work.
9:58 am: Accept your reality: You're a single, middle-aged woman teaching high school civics who has forgotten what human warmth feels like. 9:59 am: Weep. 10:00 am: Start of class. Wait for …
Technology, the greatest substitute of all time.
Platyplus 1 point for effort.
Burning is fun.
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.
Unless Bottle is a kid's name. Then it's discouraged.
This was also an alternate ending to Dead Poets Society.
Something tells me Mrs. Edwards enjoys it too.
His special areas include 'An Introduction to Farts' and 'The Diarrhea of Anne Frank'.