  Aha, a Friday! I hate people sometimes. Last night, Thursday night, we had lab time in the machine shop, so I go in to make use of it. Chad Mercer, leader of the renouned F-Troop, for some reason wanted the mill I was on, and so claimed that he had set his tools there, zeroed the mill and vise, made himself at home, and was going to be using it. Ok, fine, I'll buy that, his toolbox was about four feet away, the mill was clean, had no setup, and the lab had been open for.. oh.. half an hour, maybe. I'd had time to get into the welding shop and silver solder a latch button to my ejector box housing, after fiddling with the tanks outside and discovering that the only oxygen cylinder that was hooked up was empty.
Anyways, I do all that, get into the shop, figure out which tools I need, get them from Everett, and start zeroing the mill head, when Chad shows up and tries to claim he'd been there first. Had the mill head been zeroed, like Chad claimed, I would have backed off and let him have it - but it was off .010" on the Y-axis and .004" on the X.. he lied, thinking that I'd just back down, quiet Kyle that I am.
When I didn't, he knew he'd blown it, and got really mad. He dripped some kind of blue/rust remover on my newly blued sight bases, receiver, and barrel, and glued a bunch of my stuff to my desk. I found all of this today. At least there's only 11 weeks of school left, and then I'll never have to see him again. 
