I remember there was this one Lit. teacher in high-school who was randomly aggressive toward the students (always making a fuss if the kids were having fun in the hallways, accosting you if you didn’t greet her even though most of us had no idea who she was at the time, etc.).

One fated day, it was my turn to wash the blackboard erasers. All of the student bathrooms had been relegated to the upper levels, with the ones on the ground floor being assigned to the teachers. Class was about to start, I realised I couldn’t make it up the stairs and back again with clean erasers, so I bit the bullet and decided to stealth through it in the teachers’ bathroom.

I zipped across the empty hallway, opened the bathroom door, and there was the aforementioned teacher just finishing a hefty rail of either coke, or speed (or chalk dust! she was VERY weird) - all I got to see was the movement and the snort. She looks up at me, touches up her nose, and says: “there’s no more privacy in this world…” I slowly pull a Homer Simpson and slink into the bushes.

She didn’t say another word to me for the next 4 years I was in high-school.