In my class, on the last day of school before a break, we had a substitute teacher. The sub let us do our own art project: a fake teacher, very intricately made out of a garbage bag and a balloon with a face, complete with paper glasses. The day we came back, the morning teacher scooped up the competition and threw it into the garbage. We were mad with anger because we had wanted to bring it home and take photographs; it was ours.
Later a piece of the ceiling fell off. We wrote on a paper, taped on it,
“Dedicated in the memory…A teacher with a calm demeanor and never an unkind word…may its memory live on”
Some of us even put (fake paper) flowers on it and cried for effect.