Gather 'round, everyone, and let me tell you about the time my teacher accidentally roasted a kid.

The year was 2017. The day was September 28th. The place was a seventh-grade math classroom. Our characters are the teacher, old Mrs. Hughes, the student, Conner *bleeped out last name*, me, the narrator, and you, the dear readers. Now, Mrs. Hughes asked Conner to move to a different seat, and Conner complained because he said his legs hurt, as he had gone to the HTC* earlier. Grudgingly, he moved seats. Later on, he asked to go to the bathroom and dear old Mrs. Hughes said: "Well, you can go if you can walk." As Conner left, it was discovered that Mrs. Hughes had meant well, and she did not mean it as a burn.
And that is the story of how my math teacher accidentally roasted a kid.

*the HTC is basically an afterschool gym you can go to