There's one man who I remember more than most from my freshman year of high school. Mr. Bogucki taught Honors Biology. Also, he was kind of a weirdo.
Mr. Bogucki ate Taco Bell for lunch every single day, and he honestly believed that he was the pinnacle of human health because of it. On several occasions, he spoke of the virtues of the Taco Bell diet. Every 15-year-old in that room knew better.
That's not the only way he was eccentric. One time a kid asked to go to the bathroom. Mr. Bogucki allowed it, but only under the condition that the kid carry a fully stuffed and mounted moose head to the bathroom as his hall pass.
Fall asleep? Get slapped with a rolled-up magazine.
Protest that he shouldn't have hit you with the magazine? Get slapped again.
Take a swing at him because he just slapped you again with a magazine? He'd put you in a headlock and hold you until you stopped struggling.
(In fairness, that only happened once. But let's be honest, once is enough.)
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Here's a funny story, I was trying to write a comment in here, and it said I had to have a blogger account to do so. So I typed my usual username and password into the blanks just for kicks, and what do you know, I DO have a blogger account. Wacky!
I had a crazy english teacher in junior high. He had a sweating problem and his arm pits were always stained (and usually it looked orange). So some kids gave him the nickname of "Mr. Cheese," although never to his face. Then for Christmas, someone bought him a container of cheese puffs. He apparently figured out the joke and went nuts on our entire class and started explaining his sweating problem and what he does to help soak up the sweat. We all stood wide eyed and speechless. It was one of the most awkward moments of my life.
Poor Mr. Cheese.
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