When I was in 9th grade literature, we were reading something medieval (Chaucer or Beowolf, I think) and had an assignment to do related projects. One friend of mine decided to make mead out of fermented honey for the project (I think I made chain mail out pop tabs).
On the day that the project was due, my friend took his bottle of mead up to the teacher. The teacher, who assumed it was just some honey-flavored concoction, took one drink, made a face and asked my friend “This is real mead, isn’t it?” My friend proudly explained that he had researched at library and followed the recipe he had found with some help from his parents.
The teacher gave him an A, put the bottle in her desk drawer, and told my friend he could pick it up to take home at the end of the day. A triumph of common sense. Today, there would have been suspensions, complaints against the teacher, and news stories picked up by the national press.