As I walked into class, fashionably 30 seconds late... I bumped into Josh's chair, or desk rather. He, of course, scolded me for it... alerting the teacher of my presence. She looked at me and as soon as she tried to tell me I was late, or some other bullshit thing, I simply sat down. When this happened, you see, my pal Josh got all horned up. He started crying or whatever... and I proceeded to take out my half completed homework. My goal was to finish it in class before she came around to check. Starting the problem in which I stopped on... Josh was watching me like a hawk. Then of course told the teacher... I saw this happen and decided to roll the dice and keep on doing the homework. Keep in mind she hates me... so you probably are asking yourself, "What happened to you Jack? Did you get in trouble?". You see, this is where the pure hatred comes into play. I am almost done and she decides, out of the blue, to come to the back of the class and check our homework first. Now there is a reason that we; when I say "we" I mean those kids who don't do too well in school... so yeah... so none of us did our homework. Anyways, i'm getting all sweaty now. Shes strolling up and comes right to me. I don't sit on the edge of the row either... Im talking like she fucking went right in the middle of the row, saw my paper and marked me as a "0" in her book with one more problem to go. Now I gave some bullshit excuse, just like any other kid. I look over to my right, my pal hasn't done any of the questions on the back of the sheet. She flips it over and gives him full credit "because he didnt see the back!". I love school.