Our school's kickline team is selling candy to raise funds for their trip in a few months. One of the girls in my class was selling out of a bag she brought with her, so my Spanish teacher asks, "How much for the candy?" She responds, "One dollar each." My teacher takes out his wallet, pulls out a twenty dollar bill, takes all the candy from her bag and places it all on his desk. He says to the class, "Jessalyn has brought us some candy. Fight over it." In true American fashion, all fifteen or so students tackled the desk. Got me a Baby Ruth. I love my Spanish class.
It's spelt "si". My teachers are even better. They don't call, don't write, don't worry about grades or give homework. You could almost say that they are nonexistent.
It was Buchanan, and he was only suspected to be gay since he never got married. Though I do think that it was quite weird that he had his niece/adopted daughter act as his first lady.
My Physics teacher did the same thing once. Except it was money, not candy. *remembers the horror that was seeing people 22 killing themselves for 40 bucks* *Starts to watch video of it*
