It was more complicated than that. It was not the wrong classroom only, but the wrong school. The photo-statue was one of six or so the publisher had made, and one was to come to me--which I directed be sent to a fan club at the other school. Of course it never arrived, and the kids there were in a state of insurrection because they thought they were victims of some deception. It took quite a while to find out what had happened, but in the meantime the principal or vice-principal at your school became attached to the statue...he didn't know it was of me, but thought it was a practical joke from someone he had been in college or the army with, and almost recognized it. He would take it home on weekends, take it with him to parties, and when the mistake was discovered refused to give it up, having planned his whole summer around doing things together with the statue. Later, after it had been finally placed where it was intended to go in the first place, the statue was kidnapped, and photos of it in various locations came in. It goes on...I should really write the whole thing as a book.