When I entered ninth grade, the community (a small, out-of-town one) opened up a Bais Ya’akov, out “sister” class if you will. In 11th grade we got a new physics teacher, a goy, who was also a teacher in the local public high school. One day he started telling us how he works every year helping out the juniors (11th graders for those who don’t know) setting up their prom. Then he asks us if we had ever thought of having a prom. One guy in the class says, “Of course we have. In fact we wanted to invite our sister class to it.” The teacher asks, “So why don’t you do it?” My friend responds, “Because we have no one to help us coordinate it.” So the teacher says, “No problem, I’m well experienced in this area. Just leave it to me and you guys will have yourselves a prom within a week.”(Meanwhile, the rest of us were turning various shades of red and purple trying to contain ourselves) The first thing he did was go speak to our principal about the idea. Needless to say, he never brought up the subject again.
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