Story Time! We did this rotating elective thing when I was in middle school. Basically we got to try out every elective class on rotation for the first 2 trimesters for better exposure. And then in 8th grade we got to pick which ones we liked to take for the whole year. Well Home Ec/Cooking was one of them and in the last week our final project was to make cookies from scratch in groups of 4.

Well my group(myself included) were troublemakers and liked to just fuck around. Well we got caught using the whole bag of chocolate chips instead of following the recipe of 1 cup. So the teacher Ms. IForgotHerName threw our dough away and had us bake pillsbury rolls instead for a lowered but passing grade. Well to spite her and because he thought it would be funny my buddy Chris put the dough on the cutting board and put the whole thing in the oven and then set the oven to as high a temp as possible. Not too long later, the whole room smells like fresh baked cookies and burning plastic. We panic and try to scrape out the melted cutting board with plastic spoons and spatulas which just become stuck to the molten cutting board making it looks like some weird alien plastic creature. The biscuits are burned to a crisp and smoking. Chris puts on an oven mitt and takes the biscuits out and puts them on a plate, turns the oven off and pretends like all we did was burn the biscuits. Ms. CookingTeacher comes over, inspects our work and I could tell she thought we were the dumbest students she'd ever met for fucking up remade biscuits. She gave us passing grades but only because she didn't want to deal with us if we had to repeat the elective the next month.

Well the molten burning cutting board, spatula spoon monster began it's slow return to a solid state as it cooled. And wee were the last class before lunch and there wasn't another cooking class for the rest of the day. A class the next morning discovered what had happened. Plastic was permanently fused to the oven rack, the oven and even the door. We were called out of our classes and sent to inspect the damage and be questioned. We all played dumb and like we put it in there after baking not thinking the oven was still hot hurr door. They didn't really by it and we got Saturday Detention for a month.

Well when it came to pick our electives for 8th grade. We all put down cooking class as a joke, thinking there is no way they'll let us take it after that incident. Sure enough, the following year we all have 2nd period Cooking with Ms. SheHatesUsNow. We walk in at the same time and she instantly regretted all of her life choices up to that point. The oven we destroyed had been removed and replaced with a new one at the expense of Chris' parents. But Ms. WantsRevenge wanted to make sure we wouldn't pull anymore stunts. We spent the whole year making salads while everyone else made cool, fun or sweet stuff. And that's how I learned to bake cookies.