One of my best middle school stories(and best is subjective since kids can be mean) but in 8th grade history I had class with one of the class clowns. He was a good dude but when he got going he couldn't stop. I forget what he was doing, like a silly voice or fart noises but the entire class was the teacher telling him to stop and him simply not obliging. The teacher ended up having a breakdown and started crying and left the room. A sub showed up right when class was dismissed. It was wild.

It was kids being kids but I also think about it occasionally and it reminds me to try to be good to people. I can get carried away on humor, not that bad but it was a good way of learning how to gauge the room.