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I was looking through some papers from sixth grade the other day. I found this:

And let me tell you. It may look like a poorly done, unfinished drawing, and it is. But there’s also quite a story behind it.
See, in sixth grade, I had this amazingly horrible teacher, Mr. Rector. I hated him, and he hated me. That was it. So anyway, we were learning the meaning of colors (maybe?) and he told us that we were going to make a flag with colors that represented us best. So, I, being the underachiever I am, wasted the good majority of the class period doing almost nothing. Then, when I was supposed to take it home and finish it, I also didn’t do that. So, for the next day, not only did I not have my homework done, but we also had to present it, much to my horror.
So the only way out? Skipping class. It was a carefully formulated plan I’d been waiting to use at the most dire of moments. So what I did was go to the guidance office, because I needed to “talk.” The guidance counselor calls up Mr. Rector to tell him that I’m in her office, and BAM! I’m out of class, and it worked perfectly. So then the rest of class was spent talking about nothing to the guidance counselor.
He never did ask me for it afterwards. It’s funny, even though sixth grade was like a living hell; moments like those gave me a damn good time.