You should know that my science teacher had tenure and had given up on teaching by the time I reached high school. Instead of textbooks, he gave us old movie posters. Instead of conducting experiments, he had us play flag football in the hallways. Instead of writing reports, he had us write, produce and direct a series of erotic short films about a middle-aged high school science teacher sent back in time to save humanity by fathering the man who would one day lead us to victory in our war against the robots. For some reason, the mother had to be a high school student.
I may not have learned much about science, but I learned a whole lot about life. And age of consent laws.
