“I hate to sound like a lit teacher here, but…”
The students just laughed at that slip.
“…That’s literature for those of you who don’t have your mind in the gutter.” The teacher corrected themselves. “As I was saying, that guy protests too much. Looks like this isn’t your lucky day.” They then wrote up the pilot of that paper airplane and went to his desk. “See you in detention.”
I chuckled on the inside when this went down. At least I had a teacher who had my back for all intents and purposes for the most part.
Good luck. Don’t let the door hit you from behind.
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