Bemusings: On Funny Moments

Recently I've been thinking about funny moments in my life, one of these is embarrassing, but again that is partially what makes them so funny. Here are two of my lesser known favorites from childhood. No real moral lessons, but maybe in typing them out a lesson will come to me.
Story 1: In 2nd grade, I had a teacher (yes, I was involved in public education and I think Waiting For Superman is directly speaking to my experience in this particular instance) named Mrs. M; a dame in her 60's with one hell of a smoker's cough and a penchant for meanspeak. I would say names are changed to protect the innocent, but let's be honest...a regular and beloved phrase of hers to keep us in line was, and I quote, "(Fill in the blank) OR I'll skin you alive." At first I thought she was joking then quickly realized that was not the case. During 2nd grade we had a guidance counselor named Mr. H; the kind who drove a GEO painted as a pond with frogs on it and talked about kind words as "warm fuzzies" and mean words as "pricklies." He was WELL over 300 pounds and would come into our class once a month to discuss life issues. This is a true story. One month he came in and announced to the class that the talk would be about divorce (he didn't use those words, but nevertheless that was the topic). AS he's saying this, he sits on a double desk and cracks it in half, thereby divorcing said desk. A more appropriate illustration I cannot think of at the moment.
Story 2: (Disclaimer: if you know my dad, this story will be awesome.) In 8th grade, my dad mistakenly put on a pair of MY jeans and proceeded to wear them all day. This should tell you three things:
1. I might have been a chubby 8th grader.
2. My dad was skinny as a rail.
3. Said dad must care nothing for fashion & these jeans just may have magically transported him back the mid-1970's when he really did wear bell-bottoms?
Just an observation...
Lessons I've discovered while typing this; firstly, public education may be a mess, BUT at the very least they are teaching 2nd graders that not all grandma-esq figures bake pies and call you "Honey," obesity kills (pine wood desks), and the last thing you should be in life is a teacher if you do not like children. Lastly and maybe more importantly: fashion is not for the faint of heart.