I had the most based astronomy teacher. He was a graduate student making shit money. Rode a skateboard to work. First thing he said was "I don't even know why we still have school. We have the internet. That being said, this is Astronomy 101 my name is...etc." One day he called out a bunch of names and their first names were all Mohammed. He said your test answers are all exactly the same. You have to take the test over." Calm as fuck. People would literally walk out of class in the middle of some fascinating talk, come back a half hour later with a bucket of chicken, go to the back, turn on their cell phone and watch movies and make out with their girlfriends. I was a terrible student but I was the only one who would answer when he asked a question. I was usually wrong, but I would try. One day, he knew no one was paying attention and wrote the formula for a nuclear bomb on the chalkboard. I loved him so much. I got an A. Yes this was in California. Yes I dropped out when my History teacher had spelled John HandCock on one of his slides.