Fuck bobo. Yeah, I said it. Now what?

When I was in high school, I had a study hall that I HAD to attend right before lunch. I thought it was the most asanine thing to have study hall when I could just have an extended lunch time. The teacher/supervisor said "with the time you use complaining about why you have to be here, you could get your homework done." I thought that was the most bullshit excuse she could give me. She also pissed me off for a lot of other reasons, but that was the straw that broke the camel's back. When I was outside her door one day, she had a poster hung up of her and some really asanine quote about how good a high school education is for you. I wrote "what a bitch" under the quote, and went on with my business. About a week later, she found out about what I did (I can't say exactly how), and asked me what my problem is. I just aked her "how can I get thrown out of this stupid shit? I really don't like you, and I really don't like the beaucracy of reasons you give me of why I should stay. My quote just speaks the truth." She insisted that it was manditory to come, regardless of my immature behavior. The problem kinda worked itself out when I found out I could play Tetris on my TI-83, so it looked like I was studying, when I was playing games.

...Then, working a stagecrew gig, she was the boss'es assistant. I just took her orders as she barked them out, as a professional crew member should. I advised her as per what she needed to know. We ended up working really well together, but we worked like robots when working with each other. Not even cracking a smile. It was just super uncomfortable.

Jam it back in, in the dark.