Last week, one of my perpetual class clowns was walking around class with his shirt half off. When I told him to fix it, he informed me that he was not wearing a shirt. He was wearing a toga because he is Julius Caesar. "Do you know what happened to Julius Caesar?" I asked. When he replied in the negative, I told him to look it up when he went to Library. When he returned, his "toga" had turned back into a shirt. "What happened ,Julius?" I asked, " I don't want to be Caesar anymore. That guy got stabbed like 100 times. Those guys were bad. I wonder what they looked like?" It took every ounce of willpower I had not to answer: "well, they wore hoods and dark sunglasses...and I think there was a guy in a hotdog suit." I miss my fellow conspirators.