Stories while at Lanier :
Once, we had a substitute teacher in either Latin or French class. I think it was probably French. The woman was very old. . . very old, which means she was probably around 45. I don't know, but she couldn't see very well. So, people in my class--I won't say who (actually I can't remember who) begin to ease to the back, one desk at a time, and then proceed to climb out of the window of the first floor classroom. The room was across from the lunchroom and right next to a main doorway, so the wayward students would simply walk back into the building and saunter nonchalantly into the classroom. The poor clueless teacher kept asking, "Where have you been?" each time someone walked back in. The usual answer was, "Oh, I just had to go to the bathroom," or "I really needed a drink of water?" Finally, after the sixth or seventh person had walked through the door and just as yet another student slipped out the window, the exasperated, blind, old teacher said, "Look. I don't mind you all getting water, but you need to ask me first before you leave the class!" I'm not saying I ever participated in anything like this, but I did witness it.