Mine has to be Jacques Derrida coming to our eighth grade class, delivering an impenetrable talk that in no way was adjusted for a young audience, and leaving without comment.
I’d long thought I’d dreamt this, until an old friend recently corroborated it.
What was the maddest school assembly you ever had? Mine = in primary school we were warned to never accept LSD patches from strangers (who would allegedly tell you they were fake tattoos of Bart Simpson). Something that has happened to me precisely zero times.