I just remembered the time we were learning about the American Revolution in elementary school so the teachers started acting like queens and kings and made us pay using their currency to go to recess and made us walk in line with our hands behind our backs and with puffed cheeks so we wouldn’t talk. Anyway Mr. T had me come to the front of the room to demonstrate how to walk in line and he pointed at my mouth and I already had a couple screws loose so I bit him. He didn’t even get mad, he just pulled his hand back and laughed, although I did get fined some T bucks. There were also some kids that were planning a revolt and they got me in on it during music class and we hatched a plan. One of the kids told Mr. T that the music teacher needed to talk to him so he left the classroom, and once they were gone a kid slammed his desk into the door so he couldn’t get back in. Sadly the kid that told Mr. T to talk to the music teacher was sacrificed outside for the greater good, may he Rest In Peace. Eventually the responsible kid in our class pulled the desk away from the door and Mr. T came in laughing. He said that was exactly the kind of thing we were supposed to learn, to stand up to tyranny. He might’ve been the coolest teacher I ever had. The funniest thing about all this was that the kids down the hall loved their ‘queen’ and would make her art for the walls in the hallway about how great she was. Us kids in Mr. T’s class were just built different I guess.