Speaking of stones.....when I was at school the deputy principal was named Mr Stone.....and my English teacher became so angry and flustered during class that she said to my friend and fellow annoying classmate that she should send him up to Mr Caine to get stoned
......I unwisely offered to volunteer after her outburst was suddenly cut short.
She was the same teacher that nearly cut my wrists to shreds with a thick ruler one day....she just had enough of me and told me to wait outside.....next thing she followed with a thick ruler and told me to hold out my hand. Then she proceeded to whack me with this ruler but the funny thing was that she kept missing my hand and was hitting anything remotely connected to my hand and I was laughing at her which made her try to hit harder and for longer...lol...I still came back in the class laughing at her and suggested next time a cricket bat might help her.....I don't think I was ever her favourite student...especially since she was dating one of the year 12 (year 12 is the final year in high school...I was in the year 7, first year of high school at the time) and she threatened to get the year 12 boys to beat me up
She never did though and I saw her and that guy from year 12 about 2 years ago and they are still dating 16 years later....good for them.
Dyar