My Social Studies Class

Huzzah! I am writing this at 12:00 am! Some days I get the feeling that my teacher hates my social studies class. I know that he probably truly does hold us dear to his heart, but sometimes it's hard to imagine why. We aren't exactly the brightest candles in the fire and nor are we the least talkative. Last class we were told 4 times to shut up. Let me give you an idea of how..... smart. my social studies class really is.
Actually things said in my class:
Question: What religion were the French?
Answer: French!
Q: What does a successful farm need? (the correct answer was 'land')
A: Farmers!
Q: Who were the two explorers that explored through America after the Louisiana Purchase?
A: Clyde and Bellhopper! (the correct answer: Lewis and Clark)
Later, in my class, we were talking about the Alamo and my teacher was like "Many famous people fought in this war, such as Davy Crockett. Someone then pipes up and says "Wait, Betty Crocker fought the Alamo?
Another time, ok, I admit to being a part of this. I was working on a project with a friend about James Olgethorpe, who, if you don't know, was the founder of Georgia and would pay peoples debts so they could come to Georgia. It was supposed to be a class work thing and we were supposed to draw a picture but we could only write 8 words on the poster. We, of course chose our eight words to be: "I Help Poor People Out of Trees!" We drew a person (apparently poor) in a tree and then drew James himself. He ended up wearing a dress, carrying a random umbrella, with one arm five times as long as the other and floating in mid air. Another thing wrong with our poster: while writing the title, the girl I was working with, instead of writing James, wrote Jame's. Wow.
And the most notable moment of the entire year. Someone, very seriously asked, "Wait, who won the Revolutionary War?"