(Visceral reaction follows) AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!
You know, they just don't make Tulsa teachers like they used to.
I had a geometry teacher with two thumbs on one hand.
I had a third grade teacher who noticed that I needed therapy for a weak eye.
I accidentally gave my 9th grade history teacher a black eye with my nose. Don't ask.
I had a music teacher who let us bring in 45s (who remembers those?) and play them on Fridays. I still remember singing at the tops of our lungs to "Bennie and the Jets" and "The Streak."
But I never had a teacher who drove around "nekkid as a jaybird."
"Ah hollered over at Ethel, 'Don't look, Ethel!' But it was too late-- she'd already been mooned!"