well, here's another one where the teacher won...

I had a shop class from Mr. Fields, in the days when a spat from a paddle was NOT banned in the US..*grin*...and Mr Fields was asst. principal, and official disiplinarian for the boys. He was, however, a man of good cheer and a wicked sense of humor...though his tolerance for nonsense was limited.

When shop class was almost over, the guys would watch the clock, which would click each new minute with a little back-twitch a half-second before clicking to the new position, and everyone would be poised to zoom for the door as the bell rang. So...one day Mr. Fields had had enough, and said..(as he wandered over to the door and looked casually out the little window).."Ok, you guys are in SO much of a hurry to get out of here...lets make it interesting...today, the LAST one out the door gets one spat of the paddle"...and he turned, smiling, as the twirled his favorite wooden paddle on its leather strap......then he stepped to one side and waited...and the clock went.."ker---"..and before it went "---click", 18-20 boys made a mad rush and.....piled up like cattle against the door which Mr Fields had carefully locked with the deadbolt as he looked out the window!

He was bent over laughing, and we took a few seconds to realize that he had gotten us ALL with one trick! Next day, we watched him like a hawk, but he had made his point....