My favorite story is from eighth grade, when we had a substitute who was another teacher in the school. The class was just talking while he was trying to talk to us about what we were going to do that day, so no one could hear him. After a couple minutes of asking us to stop, he got up, picked up the metal trash can, walked over to a counter near the windows, and slammed it down as hard as he could.
Needless to say, the class shut up after that. And he eventually became a guidence counceller
