So in the 7th grade my history teacher, B, was terrifyingly obsessed with Tigger. She had posters, cut-outs, and even a whole wall covered in stuffed Tiggers. My math teacher, S, decided to gradually steal B’s Tiggers throughout the year. He would grab small ones she wouldn’t miss and keep them in boxes in his room’s closet. At the end of the year in the last class, he walked in with three full boxes, set them down in front of a stunned B, and walked out.
Not only did B have tigger figurines, she also had Tigger Baby. Now, Tigger Baby was her pride and joy and everyone in our grade made a meme out of it. Bombed a test? Tigger Baby did it. Lost your homework? Tigger Baby stole it. Someone was absent? Murdered by Tigger Baby. At one point in the year, someone STOLE IT. It was a school-wide thing. We made posters and hung them up everywhere because our class meme was gone and we were desperate for B to get off our backs. One day, Tigger Baby just showed up again, sitting in it’s usual spot on the projector. To this day, no one knows what happened or who stole it.