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In 9th grade I had a Spanish teacher that noone liked, not even the teachers. I was in a gun club shooting .22's and one day I figured out if you took a long thin piece of hard plastic, like the small parts for a model come on, you could put the empty shells on the end and launch them the length of the class. I began shooting three to five shells each class. Soon she called the custodian in because she kept hearing a ringing-jingling noise. He couldn't find anything. After about two weeks my dad, who taught in the same district, told me he heard my Spanish teacher was having hearing problems. I was in my glory. I got too bold one day and launched one off the board and it landed on her desk. She ran out of the room and came back with the principal having told him someone in her class was shooting bullets at her. A desk to desk search revealed nothing (because I had about 100 shells stuffed down my underwear- - -talk about uncomfortable). Two days later I sold the business to another guy in class for his cafeteria lunch pass. He ended up getting expelled, the teacher took a leave of absence and never came back.
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