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There were more high school shenanigans (boy, that is another fine word!) of which I am not so much proud, now, looking back. I loved biology class most of all, and my seventh grade biology teacher was a short, round, bespectacled little man who one was given to mock (I regret to say).
He may have earned that, however, as rumor had it that in a previous year some smart aleck student was dissecting a frog and put eggs from a female into a male specimen. As a joke he showed it to Mr. K, who proclaimed it to be a miracle of biology and then drove the hermaphroditic frog all the way to the University of Buffalo - to the big city, the Belle of Western New York about 45 miles south - to present it to the biology department there. He was most likely laughed out of the university lab, I would suspect.
Now, Mr. K always had a cup of coffee he was in the process of drinking, and it could be found in any part of the lab on a given day. It is my considered opinion that any cup of coffee one is drinking in a biology lab of high school students, one would be advised to keep close at hand with a watchful eye on it. Otherwise, the claw of a crawfish might be found at the bottom of the cup of coffee, or it might be laced with chocolate Ex Lax, or any number of other surprises might find their way into such a misplaced cup of coffee being nursed by a teacher of Biology.
Ship hattens, if you know what I mean.
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