Oh, this is a hoot.
Our 10th grade biology teacher got a wonderful new copy of the Evolution book, along with a note exempting each little JW bot from attending class when the section on evolution was covered. Then, of course, each little JW bot in turn gave an experience about witnessing to the biology teacher at the appropriate venue--my cousin even used the story at a circuit assembly.
Furthermore, the only way to get an "A" in her class was to write a detailed research paper in addition to all the course work.
Being a small town, Miss B knew I was from a JW family--she'd already gotten copies of the Evolution book from three older cousins. When I approached her at the start of the school year, I could see her eyes rolling in advance.
She said, "Let me guess. You want to do your research paper on evolution."
But I was a savvy little apostate-in-training.
I said, "No, I was hoping to write about sharks." (This was the year of JAWS, after all).
Later that year, I was helping her put away lab equipment, and saw a stack of those little blue Evolution books being used to balance a broken table. Hee hee.
Jankyn, still likes sharks class (and do you know they haven't changed a bit in the last several million years, unlike humans?)