Around halfway through the year, classes became unbearable with the constant, dehumanizing schoolwork. Every assignment tugged and cracked any remaining portion of uniqueness I had left. I felt that the curriculum was intentionally designed to ready us to be a factory worked with a company ID instead of a name, just like the A.T. PERSONAS forced down our throats. Since he subjected me to infernal besiegement on a daily basis, I thought I should pull a prank on my homeroom officer. Every day he would use his superfluous title as ‘officer’ to subject us to his whims, just to inflate his pompous ego. Since, we could not talk in class, even in homeroom, he could insult us students for as long as he wanted, and we couldn't fight back. Courageous
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Is school going well?” —
Althrax_Almighty
“I’m doing well, I just finished an Oratory Studies project. I just had to write a speech on a global issue. What’s going on with you?” —
Veritable-M1SH4P
“Nothing much… Though I do have a demonic homeroom officer. Actually, I was wondering if you could help me with that…” — …show more content…
Gottard. I wanted to get to school early, and catch the 6:30 bus, to covertly plant my instruments of revenge. I did all my usual morning routines and went to the bus, which was almost completely empty. It was just the bus-driver, a businessman in the back, and me, creating a heavily awkward atmosphere. When I arrived at school I made my way to Mr. Gottard’s room, 367A4, and walked in. I knew he would not be in his room, as he was always in the staff cafeteria in the morning, and frequently came into the class after all of his students were already there. He would always spend the maximum amount of time in the morning at the staff cafeteria, to save his energy for bullying helpless students. I plastered my messages on the front board of the classroom, smiled at my masterpiece, and went to the library. When the first period bell range, I felt butterflies in my stomach and a sense of accomplishment. I checked Instagram to see if my message had spread, and sure enough it was already trending at A.T.
Is school going well?” —
Althrax_Almighty
“I’m doing well, I just finished an Oratory Studies project. I just had to write a speech on a global issue. What’s going on with you?” —
Veritable-M1SH4P
“Nothing much… Though I do have a demonic homeroom officer. Actually, I was wondering if you could help me with that…” — …show more content…
Gottard. I wanted to get to school early, and catch the 6:30 bus, to covertly plant my instruments of revenge. I did all my usual morning routines and went to the bus, which was almost completely empty. It was just the bus-driver, a businessman in the back, and me, creating a heavily awkward atmosphere. When I arrived at school I made my way to Mr. Gottard’s room, 367A4, and walked in. I knew he would not be in his room, as he was always in the staff cafeteria in the morning, and frequently came into the class after all of his students were already there. He would always spend the maximum amount of time in the morning at the staff cafeteria, to save his energy for bullying helpless students. I plastered my messages on the front board of the classroom, smiled at my masterpiece, and went to the library. When the first period bell range, I felt butterflies in my stomach and a sense of accomplishment. I checked Instagram to see if my message had spread, and sure enough it was already trending at A.T.