[KappaKittyCat]

I've got a few...

In high school AP US History, I had a few cute ones. The first incident involved my confusing the words "philanthropist" and "philanderer." As in, "I didn't know that Andrew Carnegie was so morally reprehensible." And then, the next week... There were four US Presidents assassinated while in office. I remembered two... the two nobody ever remembers (Garfield and McKinley), and couldn't for the life of me remember the other two.

Lionlove, woah! I too had an 8:30 history class my freshman year, I too had mono, so I relied on that morning pick-me-up, and I too spilled mine all over myself. I also knocked over the little dish of Golden Grahams (no milk) I'd brought with me for breakfast.

The next year, the morning after my grandfather died, I went to my one class before I had to drive home to meet my parents and go down to the funeral. I'd not slept much the night before. I showed up late for this class, not something I ever did 'cuz it was one of my faves, and got stuck with a seat in the back. That automaticly means that I'm not paying as much attention as I should be. Well, I was sitting there with my head resting on my left hand, taking notes with my right... I nodded off and slid forward on the desk and knocked my mug of hot Earl Gray and honey onto the girl in front of me. She let out a massive yelp, which woke me right up. The professor, my honours advisor, chose that moment to give us our break, probably so that she could go clean up. One of my sisters, who was in the class with me, sent me home to nap for a little while because she didn't want me driving like that.

The same conductor as in KappaStarGirl's story was reading down Beethoven's 9th with the orchestra (no choir yet) and she got a little overexuberant during one of the dotted-eighth-sixteenth note passages, lost control, and somehow wound up jamming her baton up her nose. She tells this story to all her intro conducting students and I almost peed my pants.

One time she was rehearsing our choir for Brahms' Ein Deutches Requiem on a lovely spring day and the biggest bee I've ever seen flew in through the open window and landed right at her feet. She jumped up on a stool and shrieked, then remembered where she was, slammed her fist on her chest and said, "Fear not! I'll get it!" She rolled up her score, scooped the bee up, and dumped it outside.

My first day teaching, my first class, I had an ED fourth grader punch me in the nose. Great shot, too. The kid landed it with his knuckles right up my nostrils. I was too taken aback to do anything. The other students were scandalized! "Oh my god, Mrs. H! Donald just punched Miss B!" Now I can laugh about it...