I love to just sit here and listen to my teachers talk. They sound so amazed and they sound like they know what their talking about, well that’s until I open my mouth. I get told a lot that I'm very sarcastic. For example, during math class the other day we were doing a test. It was on polygons. The directions were "Please name the polygons." So I did, under the square thingy I put Tommy, under the other square thingy I put Jean, and under the others I put Mix, Chandler, and Jimmy. I got in trouble. My parents were called and I was violently forced to redo the test. Well... not violently.
The next day my Social Studies teacher told me to put up the trash that had dropped out of my backpack. I told him that it was his floor and that I'm not his maid. Once again I got in trouble. On the last day of school all the teachers asked me what do I want to be when I'm older? I told them that I did not care and walked out. My social studies teachers eyes weld up with tears and I didn't feel bad.


11 years later

There are 4 more days until school ends and we are completed our last test. I would be very happy and excited, but when I was correcting them, one kid decided to name the polygons the same way I did in school.
Later in the day I was subbing in for Mr. Cane, a social studies teacher. While I was sitting in a chair waiting for the bell to ring I noticed that one kid had dropped his papers out of his bag. I asked him to pick it up, but he turned around and said "It's your floor! You do it! Am I your maid?" I just stood there and watched him as he put his hands on his hips and waited for my answer. I went and sat back down in my chair. The kid finally picked up his papers and left as the bell rang. Everyone had left and I thought to myself... "Why was I like that?"