RE Kennedy assassination:
I was 17, and had just walked into my civics class, when the teacher came in yelling, “they killed him! The bastards killed him!” Yes, he was that worked up.
I loudly replied, “GOOD! It’s about time they finally killed that rotten SOB!” He went ballistic, screaming at me.
A long time Death Row inmate had been on again, off again scheduled for execution all week, and the teacher was anti death penalty. I thought they had finally gassed him.
Big time EGG ON FACE when the P.A. announcement was made a minute or so later.
Oh man! Bet you felt pretty embarrassed.
Kinda like I felt in typing class one time. We were all afraid of our typing teacher. We knew we had to come in and sit down and get busy or we were in big trouble.
So I come in and there’s a desk and typewriter by the teacher’s desk. No teacher in sight. Assingment on the board, and everyone else is busy typing.
So I asked, does anyone know why this typewriter is up here by the teacher’s desk? Everyone shrugged. So I sat there a bit. I was afraid to sit there any longer not doing any work, and there was no other typewriter available. So I plugged it in.
Blew a fuse in the whole north end of the building. Got chewed out big time. Although to her credit she did apologize in front of the class, saying it was her fault, because she was not in the room like she was supposed to be.
Oops. Nevermind.