I loved art. I always made art. One day, I created art. Somebody wanted to see it. That somebody reproduced said art. That somebody then claimed that art and sold it. The teacher witnessed it and didn't care. I pushed that somebody and educated him law. I get in trouble by the teacher. That somebody then resumed to sell my art, claiming it in the process. I then criticized the teacher's failure to adequately respond to the crime of that somebody. I then further criticized her inability to teach, her unwillingness to arrive at work, her emotional tantrums, and her unjustified gradings. I then get in trouble even more. She starts shoving her religion into my face, assuming I was a part of that religion. I told her I'm not religious. She then hits me on the head and sends me to the office while the criminal continued to sell my art.