#2 reminds me of my college days, when we'd sit on the fourth floor classroom as dry cell batteries and "empty" spray cans exploded in the open incinerator pit below. Nothing like hearing "...now, you might contrast this with Chekov's "The Cherry Orchard..."BLAMMO!!! and a bit of shrapnel zings past the window.

Made "Modern Drama" even more exciting than the prof made it.