More eggs, more fun

In most school systems there is the fragility test of protecting an egg from certain disaster when dropped. The students each have a couple of days to put a raw egg in a container to protect it from a fall.
Enter factor two: a teacher who, doesn't like you. She is the teacher for this science class.

MR had the misfortune of not being on her 'good' list. I didn't see it, but he reminded me of her special glee in flinging it horizontally to gain momentum having it destroyed. Gee MR ... you get an F. Thanks for the fair assessment!

She tried mightily to cast mine to the same fate, but it survived somehow. I talked too often and found her class to be ... uh, boring. I was probably deserving of her animosity. Frightening as that was, there was a common substitute teacher for her: Mrs. Burk, who we lovingly called Burp. She was loud, foul, and hated everything to do with people -- my perspective at that time.

Fianlly, you throw into that class, when alternately reading sections, M C who read much like grass growing. Syllables lasted days. Reading a paragraph was, well, not necessary punishment for us all, really.