If it’s you, Mr. Loudmilk reading this, I love you so much, mwahhh! You’re the reason I got banned from History. Now isn’t that so nice?
 
But Mr. Loudmilk wasn’t the problem. Or should I say, he was a problem, but not the bigger one. You see, as we were studying Napoleon and stuff I don’t remember, love letters became an issue.
 
I mean, we’re at Campus. Where else do you expect love messages?
Thanks for asking, but I’d say, they became a little bit inconveniencing. I’m not that type of ‘merry-go-round’ girl.
   When I see something off the lines, I react as shit.
So there was this one idiot called Adam. He was cool and all, you know, the type every girl is wanting, right?
And after some brief period, I think, or should I say, I suspected, something not right was going behind my back.
 
Like, whenever I could bypass him and his armpit smelling squad, there was always a vibe of disrespect I was picking up.
You know, that feeling you get when you meet someone who is saying or doing things behind your back. Things which are not only evil but perverted.
 
So, I’m inside this hot afternoon class, the Professor is talking of how this stupid Roman Emperor poisoned his wife to get her attention, and when she died from the poisoning, he killed her sister who he accused of the dreadful act.

Of course everyone knew who the real criminal was, but hey, he was Emperor, who’d dare question his rule?
Anyways, so I’m in class enjoying this fantastic story---the first I had ever enjoyed in a History class--when all of a sudden, the teacher stops his lectures.
   He looks intimidated, something not so shocking to me, because as you already know, this was a class filled with hungry American footballers---beasts.
  Don’t get me wrong here. I’m not saying all American Football Players are beasts. One Mark Libbs is a longterm crash, just as Stephen Boughs who played for Argentina in the Quarter-Finals.

So when the Professor turns to face this group of bastards in the back, I can’t help but sigh.
     Good for you, Christine. Move from Algebra and now you’re here, doing what----seeing beasts wrestle with a Professor.
 
To bring the point home, a phone or two got confiscated. Now you maybe wondering, “Why were they confiscated?”
Chill yourself dear friend--or enemy----we’ve got a whole chapter for this.
 
Anyways, so the lesson ends within fifteen minutes, and you know what happens next?