Order In The Classroom When my friends and I look back at our four years in high school we remember many fond memories. They range from athletic achievements to good grades in certain classes. But one of the memories that we always come back to is about teachers that we always harassed. When we come upon this subject we always love remembering all of the mean things we used to do to them. This is always a good source of laughs for us, because we were usually so horrid that we were amazed some of the teachers we harassed did not quit. This one teacher that we had a especially strong distaste for was often the victim of pencils and pens being thrown at