Teacher: “According to PLATO, you have not completed (or started) Local Assessment #3.  This is not optional, this is a requirement of the school.

I adjusted the due date of the assessment so that it will lock tonight at midnight.  Remember that you have to submit the work for grading; if it is In Progress, it will not be scored and you will not receive credit.

Please be sure to complete this assignment by tonight.  you had 2 weeks to work on it, so you had plenty of time.”

Me: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”

Teacher: “Excuse me?”

Me: “I’m sure that in some way offended you, but it really shouldn’t. See, I have problems of my own! Problems that you don’t know about. Problems that make me not really care if you’re going to close that assignment at 12 midnight or 12 noon! I have things in my life that matter so much more that school, in fact school is getting in the way of what matters in my life so much so that it is creating giant issues in my life. Maybe 4 days a week I have a glorious mental breakdown. I beautifully cover that meltdown up, and act nice and pretty to all the people that don’t matter to me. It’s really a great time! I mean really, Did you know that there are people in the world annoyed with all the other people in the world? And of all these angry people in the world I am the angriest boy.

This pile of trash that you “teachers” regurgitate from text books onto us to better our society is great! I love being stuck in some rut that is pulling every one of my brain cells apart until my senior year when I finally graduate and am accepted socially by AMERICA! After I graduate I am a completely useless zombie created by the sweat factory which is the school system. I will be blessed with minimal energy levels after high school to “FACE THE WORLD” and “MAKE SOMETHING OUT OF MYSELF!” Cool. That’s really rad. Then I can spend the rest of my life struggling to find some sort of enjoyment in my thrift store job. So try to say “excuse me?” like I actually offended you with some meaningless text that you read on your beautifully safe computer screen. You really have no right to any sort of attitude or frustration toward me just because my mind is being slaughtered by your ill explained algebra assignments that I just HAVE to complete or I won’t amount to anything in life. Tell me I’m wrong. Try to tell me that my feelings are invalid and in some perfect world of high school administrative staff you can say whatever trash you want to make it seem like what I am saying doesn’t add up.”

(No reply was given.)

And yes, I did.