In high school I had an extremely strict History teacher - Mrs. Goldberg. I was kind of a nerd so she loved me along with most of my teachers and professors.

This one day Mrs. Goldberg was reviewing WWII, a subject dear and personal to her because her beloved Grandmother was a Holocaust Survivor. Justin, a classmate made a weird sound. Not a cough, not a sneeze... something in between. I thought to myself WTF? I must be hearing things. Seconds pass by. Mrs. Goldberg is telling us about her grandmother’s very serious wrist tattoo used to identify her - with a number. Justin. Again. -“KaChooca!” That alone didn’t get to me, but Johnny said audibly and nearly within Mrs. Goldber’s earshot, “What The Fuuh?” It had me in hysterics. He had read my thoughts as they had formed in my mind. She scowled at me, apparently not hearing or noticing either of the two. I muffler my laugher but that only made it worse. It triggered more laugher. She scolded me for it and all I could do was helplessly muffle it some more. I was not mature enough to excuse myself from the room and every few minutes I’d giggle about the nonsense that just occurred.