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In high school, we had a regular group of subs, so we all were familiar with their quirks.
One day Mr. H was there for our algebra class; he was a rather awkward, dweebish sort of guy, a fairly easy mark for fucking with.
He was correcting someone's answer to a problem we were working, and Smart Ass Kid says to him "You got the answers in the back of your book!"
Mr. H did not appreciate this, and proceeded to write another problem on the board, and then work it out right in front of us, for a panel and a half.
We'd all had Mr. H for any number of different subjects; who knew he knew his algebra? (In retrospect, it probably wasn't all that difficult a thing, but when you're 16-17, and struggling to make sense of anything beyond 2a+3b=5c, it was impressive.)
Needless to say, SAK was noticably quiet for the rest of the hour.
That's my anecdote.
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