|I was so excited to be Mr. Morgan's class assistant my junior year. I did little odd jobs about the classroom while he taught. One day I was trying to clean his great big acquarium while he lectured, and the thing broke. Gallons of water, a gazillion fish, thousands of ugly little urchins, and a ton of rocks spilled madly over the back of the classroom while the kids loudly squealed, screamed, and shouted as they scrambled to catch and save the flopping and flapping fishies and put them inside cups, jars, beekers, or whatever else was available. Mr. Morgan tried for a few seconds to look suitably appalled and disgusted before he laughed harder than anyone in the class.