My computer teacher was always rumored to be drinking in the cloak room.

Although we didn't call them cloakrooms in high school, they were just closets. In grade school, it was always a privilege to be able to clean up the cloakroom, just as being selected to go clap the erasers together outside gave you a superiority complex that lasted till carpool line.

Anyhoo, if anyone knows the whereabouts of a Brenda Galliano, tell her to give me a holler, and ask her if she remembers:

"Geez Louise, it's freeeeeeezing outside!"

Ahh, those were the days.