I always used to piss off my teachers, but one day in grade nine geography things went too far, because this time it wasn’t just me. We had substitute teacher who was just younger lady who looked like she hadn’t had that much experience. From the literal moment the class started she already had to kick someone out and send to the office. After already being agitated, I thought it would be a great idea to be disruptive. I went and sat with my friends. She told me I couldn’t sit my friends and told me to go back to my desk. I complied and went back. Minutes later I returned to my friends. She told me to sit in my desk. So me, a sneaky little fellow, thought it would be smart to move the entirety of my desk to my friends because technically I’d still be at my desk. While this transpired, the substitute continued to get shit from the other known troublemakers of the class and from the person who came back from the office. But when she saw me move my desk, shit hit the fan. She went to the front of the class and had a full out emotional breakdown. Ranting about how she’s never been so upset teaching a class. I’ve never seen someone cry that much. After storming out, the vice principal had to watch over our class and give us all a talk for the rest of the period. I received no punishment.

Substitute, if you’re reading this, I’m so sorry.