I cracked wise, as they say in the old detective stories, told jokes, mocked teachers, and offered sarcastic asides.
I hated school, but I enjoyed making my fellow students laugh.
I especially hated math and associated classes.
So when the math teacher, a humorless older man named Mr. Macfadden, told us that Pi R Squared, I replied "Pie are square? Yeah, well, cake ain't too cool either."
That got a big laugh from the students and a trip to the vice principal's office.
Because I was always clowning around, I didn't learn much, but I had a fine time in my early school days.
I suppose that's why I'm not a rich doctor living today in a wealthy Philadelphia suburb.
Note: The above photo is of me, looking far more serious than I was at the time, from my 6th grade graduation.
You can read about my school days and aftermath in my crime fiction story, The Big Move, via the below link: