Teachers, what's your best? Read the note to the class. Story from your school.

Someone in my class had a cold and wiped their snot into a scrap of paper. They then scrunched it up and left it on the side of their desk.

The teacher saw this, thought it was a note and grabbed the paper, going through the usual fanfare of the importance of not passing notes around,

and the look on her

face when she opened it was priceless. I don't know if this was the best one, but it's pretty

profound. I usually ignored note passing. If a student didn't want to pay attention but wasn't

bothering anyone else, I was cool. In the age of cell phones, notes were kind of outdated anyway.

So I had this student who could do origami like a boss, and he was always making all sorts of

animal figurines and cool shapes that I'd put on the cork board behind my desk. This one day,

he was getting his fold on and is completely focused and not paying attention as usual.

Before I know it, class is over and it's on my desk.

He stops on the way out of my class and says, um, you're going to know what to read that.

I read it and he was asking for lunch money because his mum took off and he was hungry.

It hurts being a teacher some days. And yeah, I put money into his cafeteria account.

If anything, at least he'd be able to eat breakfast and lunch at school.

Unfortunately, I did also have to make a CPS report.

I was in eighth grade, and it was a hot, sunny day in mid-May.

I wrote, it's snowing on a piece of paper and showed it to my friend sitting next to me,

who immediately looked out the window, and then we both laughed because obviously it wasn't snowing. Then he and I laughed when I showed it to another student, and they immediately looked out the window as well. And so on until most of the class was in on the joke, and watching as I showed the piece of paper to the next unwitting fool. Almost every student knows what's going on, and then when my teacher sees that I'm showing a piece of paper to someone and making them laugh, she walks over to my desk, looks down at the piece of paper that says, it's snowing, and instinctively looks out the window as well. The entire class burst out in laughter.

I'm not a teacher, but I have a story which was kind of the opposite. When I was in college,

I was in a large math lecture hall two times a week, and me and my friends took to making

paper planes and throwing them from the back of the theatre. We did it often, and I'm sure

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