| While I don't like the peanut butter banning, I'm all for the tag banning. In elementary school, the gym would double as the sales floor for the flower show and other such fundraisers. That meant the brilliant idea of "indoor gym". Nothing like playing dodgeball in the classroom, without even moving the desks. I went to duck, slammed my chin on the desk, and ping! there goes half my front tooth. Mr. Castellon, the jerk of a gym teacher, took my tooth and threw it in the trash, and said in the most sarcastic of voices "I guess you'll want to go to the nurse now!" Moral of the story: tag/dodgeball/Mr. Castellon BAD! | 
