I got my name on the board one time in elementary school. Once! I was no rascal.
I’d had an allergy attack, and there was a substitute teacher who wouldn’t let me get out of my chair to throw away my used tissues. It was just sitting there on my desk, all soiled, and I had to get rid of it. So I had the brilliant idea to stash my tissue into a paper airplane, and then send it soaring towards the trashcan six feet away.
What can I say? I was eight.
Had I had some of these sweet designs in my arsenal, that afternoon could have gone a lot differently. (I’m sure you can imagine what went down, though I’ll spare you the details)