Since this thread hasn't died, as promised, I'll share another one of my high school stories.

This one takes place, funny enough, a month after the chair that was thrown from our classroom at the second floor almost hit the principal that was walking outside on the ground floor. Now, this month was quite active. Everyone in class was paying little to no attention yours truly included, but I was, and I still am, good at hiding my disinterest.

However, others blatantly played poker in the class, some others were just texting during class, and one even brought a gameboy color, and played Pokèmon Red (the next year he was criticized by the math teacher, but that's another story, not for now) and we had a certain teacher in chemistry and physics that was emotional.

The woman confessed that her brother was shot by an Albanian immigrant who proceeded to steal his belongings. Now, you might think "What's wrong with that?" well she confessed that also, she can't forgive foreigners. Now, to get the picture clear, we were a class of 27 people.

Two of them were 100% Greek.

A huge argument started in the classroom, and a classmate, I don't remember his name, said something to her, and the teacher ran out of the room crying. It took her an entire week to show up in the class again. During that time, she was replaced by a part-time teacher. (Who was actually decent)