Kind of a toss-up between my high school physics teacher, "Weird" Al
Preston, and the chemistry teacher, Mr. Peterson. They were both
great - didn't take much seriously and would let you get away with
damn near anything, just so long as you knew the material.
Nothing springs to mind.
Oh, sure -
I was supposed to be playing games at recess? Sheesh...
I hung out with my friends and maybe ran around a little or climbed
on the playground equipment. Games? Some people...
Being there. Being subjected to the endless tedium of classes on subjects
which were generally of minimal interest to me, yet I still knew them
better than the class required, while waiting for the slowest kids in
class to finally grasp the basics of the subject.