He'd come up behind you and from outta nowhere, grab you by the scruff of the back of the neck in a modified amped up Vulcan pinch. Really got your attention and made you see things his way.
No doubt they'd lock him up for that now, but he didn't hurt anyone and definitely had our respect. I think I prefer it his way.
Fifth grade we had a troika of beauties for teachers. A blonde Barby doll and two brunettes. It was common knowledge in the school that one of them was pictured in the Playboy magazine in her younger days. She was our art teacher. An unforgettable year.