Better off teaching monkeys.
Reminds me of one time when I was in 4th or 5th grade when we had a substitute teacher, who happened to be the mother of a playmate of mine ( not in the class ) about three houses up the street, right across from the school, as a matter of fact.
She was reading to us from some book, when Phil Diparisi ( why would I remember his name ? ) decided to get up and go get a drink of water in the hallway. He was getting near the classroom door when the teacher put the book down on her lap and bellowed, “SI-DOWNNN !” ... and Phil scurried back to his seat.
Obviously, this made a big impression on me!