I took four years of French in high school with Lester Maroney, a good teacher who was also a little crazy. Lester would hand out detentions as if they were candy and would smile while doing so.
Forgot your homework? Detention.
Laughed at a joke? Detention.
Tripped while entering the room? Detention.
At one point I had amassed 87 detentions with him, most certainly a school record. I spent most of them playing chess with the guy and chatting about life. It interfered with track and...
Published on September 17, 2010 03:16