Quote:My chemistry teacher in high school was an alcoholic. More than once we'd come to her class to find her in the adjoining room where chemicals and other supplies were kept, drunk and asleep. Not taking the long view, that we were missing out on an important part of our education, all of us in the class conspired to keep her problem quiet. Her class was right after lunch period, so we knew we could get away with an extended lunch period. Additionally, we seldom had homework.


This adolescent utopia came crashing down with about 6 weeks to go in the school year when the principal caught my teacher prone and totally passed out on one of the lab tables, having been called to her room by a teacher in an adjoining classroom, who was annoyed by her snoring.


She got fired, we were subjected to a 6 week crash course in the basics of chemistry, and I took only one more science course the rest of my life.


My time in her class wasn't a total loss. She somehow managed to teach me how to convert from English measurements to metric, and I became the first pot dealer in my school to sell my product by the gram. I spent much of my free time in chemistry class cutting quarter pounds into 7 gram bags, using the handy scales so thoughtfully provided by OPHS.


So, yes, science holds a special place in my heart.