There was a time once (last year) when I had time to put a few sandwiches together in the morning so I had something to eat. Since I like good food, these usually contained:
Cheese
A few slices of tomato
A wee little bit of garlic.

One day, I had Latin, and a few incredibly stupid girls (This is not what's so stupid about them, they just are. There's a lot of stories to that.) started complaining about the (weak) smell. My then Latin teacher then started accusing me and a friend whom I had given one (only one, I had eaten about three) of my sandwiches of having eaten them to annoy everybody else and made us sit out of class for the rest of the lesson. I don't remember for sure, but I think she also gave each of us a 6 (German F) for absolutely no reason.

One or two months later, I skipped into 11th grade, thus escaping her, who hated me and my friends. She was one of the major reasons for my decision.

Fuzz"likes Latin again now"pilz