(A/n): This is something I wrote during Algebra. It is based on a true story. I absolutely hate my teacher for this class. So yeah. Enjoy

Deep breaths
Deep breaths
Count to ten and then back again
Stay calm
Deep breaths

I stare at him, a glare set on my usually soft features. His voice drones on and on and on and on. He's teaching algebra, but all I see and hear is nonsense. Jumbled letters, numbers, and terms. Gibberish.

I break the stare to glance at the clock, begging it to tick faster. The class goes by five agonizing minutes at a time.

"Jenny. Jenny. Come back to Earth, we're not on Mars", he snaps, harshly.

I turn my head and give him an annoyed look.

"Yes?" I ask sweetly, daring him to ask me to complete a problem.

He takes the dare.

"Come up to the board and do number 31."

I sigh and grab my blank paper. I stand and walk to the board, grabbing a marker. I take the cap off and stand there, marker poised and ready to write. Nothing happens.

"Ms. Kuzemchek."

I turn towards him.

"You don't know what you're doing, do you?"

I bite my tongue and shake my head.

"I didn't think so", he says, taking his glasses off and setting them down on his podium.

"Listen", he says, turning to the class. "Jenny is the type of student who doesn't do her work, then gets frustrated when she doesn't immediately get it."

I bite my tongue harder, fighting back tears. My cheeks heat up from anger and embarrassment. I hate this man so much.

"If she would do her work, than she might understand."

He turns his attention back to me, putting his glasses back on.

"So, Ms. Kuzemchek. Are you going to start doing your homework?"

I shake my head 'no'.

"I don't do my homework because because I don't understand. I don't understand because you CANT TEACH WORTH CRAP!!!" I shout.

I turn and uncap every one of his Expo markers. He watches me calmly, aggravating me more.

"You are literally the WORST teacher I've ever had!!" I scream, grabbing his glasses and snapping them in half.

Then, furious, I pick up his podium and raise it over my head, turning to face him. The look on his wrinkled face changes to fear. Time slows as I bring the podium down on his head, over and over. There is a cheer around the classroom as he goes down. I drop the podium, shaking.

"Fuck Algebra!" I say, triumphantly.

But that's not what happened.

"So, Ms. Kuzemchek, are you going to start doing your homework?"

I nod, humiliated. He looks at me over his huge glasses.

"Okay, then..." he slowly walks me through the problem, insulting me the whole time.

"Now that you know how to do it, how about you do the next problem for us?"

OH MY GOSH!!