You little bastard!

[hijack - Teacher story]
My aunt was a teaching nun for decades, before she left the convent. One of her favorite (and decidedly un-PC) teaching stories is as follows:

She was teaching 8th grade. There was a student, one of those boys (Paul) who had sprouted to about 6’ at an early age, who decided to spend 8th grade slacking. There were little incidents - missed homework, tardiness, etc., that all culminated one day when she gave the class an in-room writing assignment. All the children dutifully pulled out sheets of paper, except our young giant. My aunt called him up to her desk. As he stood there, towering over my aunt (not a large woman), she said to him. “Paul, you are going to go back to your desk and start writing the assignment. And if you don’t, I’m going to beat you up.” (Auntie claims it popped out). Paul, blinked, went back to his desk, and started writing. (He got an “A” on the paper.)

Sua