• The grooves of the pencil smoothing out out as it glides across the paper. It dulls slowly after every letter it writes down. Graphite making a thin powder smearing around the page. Suddenly a name was called out from the front of the room. It was my name.

    The teacher was looking for the answer of what an oxymoron was. Clearly I had no clue, and just my luck, she wants me to walk up the front of the room just to make me look stupid. I'm not sure if those were her intentions, but give me a break I'm not the only one who doesn't pay attention to her so called interesting lesson, but I'm gonna let it slide; for now, I have a little plan in store for her already.

    The next day my teacher sits in something which she wishes she didn't sit on. Melted chocolate with the wrapper torn open slightly. Of course though she doesn't notice its there until the students start laughing and another faculty member points it out. The look on her face was priceless, but it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt.