

The penises were not because of the sewer backup, it’s just what you expected to see everyday. Edited the original post to clarify.
There was one study hall where a penis was drawn on the chalkboard every day. One time, the art showed the ejaculate dribbling a bit. The teacher came in, looked at it, shrugged, said “at least it’s a little more accurate,” erased it, and sat down.
My older sister hosted a Japanese exchange student when I was in high school. I learned a few words, but he was a regular teenager who barely knew English. We did crush a bucket of chocolate chip cookies in one weekend camping trip.
After he left, I found out his parents forced him into the exchange program so they could get a break. He seemed alright to me.