Hijinx
Well-Known Member
My Calc I teacher would write so hard he would bust several sticks of chalk every class. And he would throw the eraser at students that were sleeping.
When I went to school we would be the ones throwing the erasers.
Mr. Poole got so he would only leave one out, it ended up being cut into little pieces and the pieces tossed around.
All in Good fun of course. We called him Mr, Pocket.