My favorite memories from high school:
It seems like we had, for want of a better term, a "home room class", where the authorities grouped us similarly adjusted (or maladjusted) types together. My group included John Sullivan, Brooke Murray, and I believe Martin Miller and some others. It was a Study Hour class and we had a Teacher who also taught us Latin. This teacher reminds me of the character in the Movie "Goodbye Mr. Chips" because he seemed to be pre-occupied all the time, spoke in a voice which would change in Pitch, and he always had Chalk smudges on his clothes. He habitually wore a dark colored Sports Coat and you could always see where he had used it's sleeve to wipe the yellow Chalk from the Board form our Latin class.
One afternoon we were all pretty bored, and Sullivan was as I remember him a perpetual cutup. We quite innocently began doing things to provoke each other so that the other would get in trouble.
Mr. Koontz, the absent-minded teacher, would turn around quickly to try and catch us, and of course, we always did our best to keep a straight face and a stiff upper lip. It escalated because he could not catch us no matter how fast he maneuvered, and we began attempting to outdo each other in the attempt to provoke him. I began whistling like a bird, and Mr. Koontz began looking up at the windows, trying to see where the birds had got into the classroom. Finally, Mr. Koontz, after a particularly riotous outburst of bird singing, stood up from his desk chair and ordered us out of the room in the hopes that the bird or birds would leave also. As we exited the room, we could not stop laughing. I can now say after some 44 years that even though it was and is a very damaging admission of, and a true glimpse into a window of adolescent immaturity, this is still funny, at least I think so and remain unrepentant to this day.