My ninth grade English teacher was pretty great. Bizarre mustache, weird sarcasm, and t shirts that were color matched to the short sleeve shirts he wore every day. And in ninth grade you read Julius Caesar. On March 15, a bunch of upperclassmen came into class and attacked him with fake swords. He pulled out a sword-shaped paddle and fended them off.
Somehow I'm guessing that that's no longer tolerated. And probably just as well, since he was pretty wild with that paddle when we went for him next year, and the year after, and the year after that.
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