Hail! Hail! Taco Bell!

Born 1991/1992 and some even in 1990, the Berry High Class of 2010 is possibly the most entertaining group of people I've ever been forced to spend 5/7 days of my week with.

Today in literature class we started reading Macbeth, which is a play, so everyone that reads has a certain part. We were getting through it pretty well, to scene two in an astounding ten minutes-by "pretty well" I mean for a group of immature adults-when a certain girl, we'll call her Witch One, pauses and basically refuses to read her lines: "All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!" No one understood until she mumbled that it had a curse word in it, such innocence would normally be impressive coming from a 17-year-old, but we had all heard her drop the f-bomb more than once. A few stifled snickers, but most had no intention of hiding their amusement. (Don't feel sorry for her, she didn't take it personally, and no one meant it personally.) In effort to convince her that saying the word "hail" would not sent her to it's homophone, Ben starts a speech, something very well expected of him. He told of how they didn't even have the same meaning, and even hell as a place wasn't a curse word. (Loving the fact that he was getting to curse loudly in class without repercussions.) Then he explained, needlessly, that he had no problem saying any variation of the word. He continued for about five minutes. By this point the entire class, including the teacher, was turning red. Only fighting the urge to laugh for the sake of not missing even a second of the speech. But with his final statement a roar of laughter escape even the most shy of us. "HAIL! HAIL! TACO BELL!"