STORY TIEM YOU GUISE
When my high school biology teacher was in high school biology, his teacher had a really strong Boston accent. Said teacher was very stern and very sensitive about his accent and thus had twentysomething high schoolers convinced that the denizens of hell would tear the balls off anyone who dared mock his manner of speech.
Then comes my teacher. He was (and still is) an unrepentant shitstirrer. He decides to mock the teacher.
One portion of the class involved memorizing the periodic table of elements in preparation for upperclass chemistry, and the way they did that was by saying the elements in order of ascending atomic number. Every three days or so a new element would be added, turning the semester-long exercise into a really boring game of Simon. When the class got to number 33, my teacher decided to say "arsenic" like his teacher did: "ahhhsenic". He counted on the twentysomething other students to drown out the sound of his mockery by saying it correctly.
However, due to reasons still unknown, the teacher stopped the recitation an element early. This led to my biology teacher blurting "ahhhsenic" to an otherwise quiet room, much to his terror. The teacher very calmly asked to see him after class ad resumed teaching. He describes the next forty minutes of normal but subdued class as "the most terrifying experience of my life up to that point".
After class, the teacher has him sit down on the other side of his desk and simply stares at him until he's almost ready to cry. (My biology teacher was a sensitive child before he learned not to care.) After about five eternities (or five minutes, he wasn't counting), the teacher writes him a late pass and sends him on his way. As he leaves the classroom, he can hear his teacher laughing.
My biology teacher is still slightly terrified of people with Boston accents. </pointless story is pointless>
