Back before the days of "micronized" creatine, when it came as a bunch of rocks that cost the soul of one neglected orphan, there was a legend born.
A baseball player in my freshman class had brought a sandwich baggie with two servings of the 'tine to school. He was taking it at the first block break, and the tiny, dwarf-like librarian caught him, drug him bodily to the principal's office.
"He's doing CRACK, in SCHOOL!" I heard her rage to the principal.
The principal, having seen enough Miami Vice to know what the fuck was what, poured a single soul's worth of the crystal onto his desk, licked his pinkie finger, and sampled the not-a-powder.
"Thank you, Miss Armour, that'll do."
In a huff, she scuttled from the room.
The principal/baseball coach, the player, and the assistant coach laughed, they laughed so.
'Twas the creatine.
It works great for several people I've trained, and many more people I've known, but doesn't seem to do shit-all for me.
Maybe I should try the sock method.