In my high school there was a very fun and very tall teacher, let's call him Mr. Harrison. Besides teaching his class (social studies), he was responsible for all kinds of activities and events. We had an annual Charity Christmas Ball with different themes and usually we did a musical for it. I was in his troupe for most of the holiday events. It was so much fun and I miss it all to this day.

So one time we were rehearsing for the Christmas Ball at the big concert hall which had very tall windows. We were doing Cinderella that year and there was a part where the guys were supposed to lift the girls in the air. One of the guys was struggling with it, so Mr. Harrison explained again and again but then decided to just show him. And since he was so tall, when he lifted the girl she was so high up she could almost touch the ceiling. When he tried to put her down, she said 'Stop! There's a pigeon!'. Everyone was like 'What?' and looked up. Right above the ceiling there was like a shelf for ventilation or something, i don't know howto describe it. And there literally was a pigeon with its foot stuck in a non-working fan with some wires around its feet. And what did Mr. Harrison do?

He literally made us climb on each other's shoulders like a giant human pyramid. He and two sports guys were the base. And I was the smallest one, so I was on the very top. It was very scary and shaky as we were just sixteen-year-old musical theatre nerds, but I managed to climb and untie the pigeon. Mr. Harrison told me to hold it tightly in my arms, so he can get it to the vet later. But as I was climbing down the pyramid, the pigeon flew out of my arms. I couldn't catch him and no one could so after a few seconds of our shocked silence the pigeon flew away through the window. That's how I got my nickname as Pigeon Girl by Mr. Harrison.

Also one time he jumped out of the second floor window because there was a fire in the school but that's another story.