I elected to take Cooking I think it was in grade 9. I'm pretty sure it was because I liked my chances of meeting girls in that class over Wood Shop. I lucked out and got into a group with a girl I liked but had to put up with her pain-in-the-ass best friend too. I learned enough to enable me to get around in the kitchen without starting any major fires.
Unlike oscar's experience, the teacher was a coyly sexy, youngish, English woman who made sure the two males in the class enjoyed the experience, in hopes of encouraging integration. She wasn't quite as smokingly hot as the French teacher but close, in a buttoned down sort of way.
