When I was in school we had friggin' <i>ROCKETS</i>!  That's right, we had an after school <i>ROCKET</i> club headed up by one of the science teachers.  He'd show us how to build the different Estes models and then supervise us as we launched them, and in class would blow shit up and set things on fire and we all loved him for it.  That was 1992.  It's sad to know that such would never be tolerated today.