Which in turn reminds me of Mr. Mook, my 11th/12th grade journalism teacher. Short, squat homely guy about 45/50 years old, single, usually needed a shave and a haircut and to tuck in his shirt tails of his unpressed white dress shirt. He had a closet sized office attached to the back of his classroom where he kept various journalism supplies, a Mr. Coffee machine with really vile coffee (you know, the kind with a shiny oily sheen floating on the top), a small desk and in the bottom right hand drawer, a bottle of booze.
He was a pretty good journalism teacher, truth be told, but by mid afternoon he was usually three sheets to the wind. I can't say I blamed him, it must have taken a hefty slug of bourbon to make that coffee palatable. And he had a coffee mug in his hand from first period on.
The student paper staff were all happy with him because he left us to put out the paper totally unsupervised. We put in whatever we wanted. He did ask us that one time not to put stuff in that would get him trouble with the school board, but he never bothered to read, much less edit/censor, the paper .
Hooray for Jim Beam and teacher tenure laws!