when I was in 6th grade, we had this music teacher who was notorious for getting really mad and once throwing a chair at a student. we were all kinda scared of her; she used to get hecka, and I mean HECKA, mad when people used handsanitizer cus of the smell, random stuff just got her so angry for like no reason. one day, when we were listening to the soundtrack from Rosemary's baby, the music teacher was explaining what covens were and the guy next to my friend kept saying "what's a coven, you mean oven". i was like right behind him. he then kept saying words that rhymed with what the teacher was saying and making small irrelevant jokes, and eventually after saying the word leprechaun 4 or 5 times, the teacher chucked a dang wooden stick (???) at him from god knows WhEre, screamed at his face with the top of her lungs, and slammed a suspension slip on the table so hard that I was waiting for the table to break. i was sitting right behind him but my friend was legit this close to getting hit. she never seemed to recover from that experience
