Well, it seems like all my teachers end up in random conversations with me. Or threaten me with death.
It's amusing.In Science ...
Science Teacher: Hubert, please explain to me the effects of blood cells not having nuclei.
Me: Well by having no thingy-majiggs they can carry more thingy-majig haemogoblin-majiggies but are unable to thingy-majiggie make more thingy-majiggies of themselves and thingy-majiggy.
Science Teacher: ... Hubert, don't ever reproduce.
Science Teacher: *While explaining about the pressure around the aorta.* If I were to, say, cut Hubert in half and nick the top of his aorta, we would be treated to the incredibly amusing scene of a massive fountain of blood spouting out of his body.
Friend: How high will it go?
Science Teacher: High enough for the blood to soak through the ceiling and allow the class above us to see it.With Swimming Instructor ...
Instructor: *Telling us to practice our butterfly* By the end of today, we will have abs of steel.
Me: Can I have abs of copper?
Instructor: Yes you can Hubert, but isn't copper bendy?
Me: That's EXACTLY the point.