I walk into my third hour a few seconds late. "Good morning class. Welcome to health. Happy Thursday," my teacher, Ms. Bloomburg, or the Iceberg, as she is more infamously known, says. I quietly take my seat in the second row.

"Ms. Johnson, I presume you have a late pass?"

"No, mam, I don't."

"Oh, well, in that case, I will see you in detention. Oh! And happy birthday. Okay class, now that we are done with all the interruptions, please turn to page five."