"Please Mom, transfer me frome Mr. Colasanit's class...I hear he is really tough and he gave me a detention last year for riding my bike in the hallway after school."  No, to my mom's better judgment I was in his 6th grade class,  despite my pleas.  And as it turns out, Mr. Colasanti was, to this day with a B.A. from the Ivy's and a master's from Stanford, the best teacher I ever had.