"Listen, ...How'd you boys like to play basketball in the gym instead of coming to Art, and still get a "C" in the class?"
~ My 6th period art teacher, expressing his concern that my buddy Bake Neff and I might stir up some trouble during class.
The day before, the teacher ignored the class bully as he cut the arms off the winter coat of a really timid classmate. Bake and I couldn't believe the teacher just ignored it, so we beat up the bully during class. The teacher didn't ignore that.
But we did get the "C" and I developed a killer crossover dribble!
5 comments:
Probably the right call. You'd already learned as much as you could from that particularly teacher.
What a horrible teacher! Yay for you and Bake.
Hmmm, I wonder how Bake got his nickname?
Bill: Yep. The crossover served me better than how to draw an horizon line, anyway.
Buzzardbilly: From the basketball court. He juked and jived, like he "shaked" and "baked."
Now, some folks thought it had to do with pot smoking. But, I'm sticking to the basketball theme.
That teacher knew deep down that art class was useless..and was looking for an excuse to help some kids out.
And just look at you know! You a baller FG!!
Hey Jackie: I sure used to be, man. Back in the day.
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