Note: To protect the privacy of our members, e-mail addresses have been removed from the archived messages. As a result, some links may be broken.
I have to tell you my cock roach story now.
I was explaining color theory to my class when I saw a cock roach scurrying
across the counter. I thought I would be cool, calmly got a Kleenex and
smashed it inside. I kept right on talking not missing a beat. I walked from
the counter to the trash still holding on to the tissue with the assumed dead
cock roach inside. As I neared the trash can I saw the bugger appear out of
the tissue and heading for my arm. An involuntary reflex caused me to thrust
the Kleenex roach and all away from myself with a yelp. Unfortunately, it hit
a boy in the front row and center right in the forehead. The roach lay on his
desk right in front of him, back up, legs waving in the air.Evidence of what
had actually hit him. It was horrible. I could hear the parent phone call I
would be getting instantly in my head. The class roared in laughter. It was a
lesson not soon to be forgotten. But, like you, now both the former student
and I laugh about that day.On a test about color someone wrote, "Color: the
deflection of a cock roach upon a surface."
Ahhhhhhhhhh what memories!