It was in Grade 7.
Our teacher was a no-nonsense fellow who addressed us as Mr. This and Miss That.
We were having a lesson about the properties of matter.
Steve Brodhag, sitting in the back row, had dozed off.
The teacher, noticing this, called out in a loud voice, “Mr. Brodhag, what’s matter?”
Steve, wakened suddenly, groggily replied, “Uh, nothin’.”