My 8th grade P.E. teacher, Mr. Allen had a size 15 high top sneaker that he was not afraid to use. He smoked Camel non filters while we ran laps on the track. It doesn’t sound like it, but he was a good guy.
I had one like that too. He had about 20 chalk erasors, all well used lined up on the chalk tray that he wasn’t afraid to use if needed. I swear that guy had eyes in the back of his head! He’d be in the middle of writing on the chalk board when suddenly he’d spin around and fling that eraser like lightning and that thing, full of yellow chalk hit its intended target every, single time!
It was always a boy, never a girl and the man was right every time.
Everybody respected him. He was no fool.