“The square of the hypotenuse of a right triangle is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides,” read the ancient substitute teacher as he stood in front of the class. He was making no attempt what-so-ever to teach, but simply read from the text book.
“No shit?” offered a student from the back of the room. The voice belonged to Scott Johnson, a football player who always had something sarcastic to say. Always.
“Who said that?” the teacher asked as he looked up from the book in his hands. His eyes darted around the room, but nobody offered an answer. It was sixth period. End of the day. But it was going to be a long sixth period.
“Hey Tyler!” Scott shouted after class. He was trying to get my attention, I was several feet ahead of him. I stopped and turned around.
“It’s your fault Mr. Antediluvian there kept us after class, Scott,” I informed the boy. He didn’t look at all concerned.