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Instead of reading about the Declaration of Independence, like all the suck ups and bookworms in the class, I was flicking staples off the top of my pencil, hoping to hit some unlucky kid in eye. One hit a girl in the ear, launching her out of her seat with a mousy squeek-scream.

All eyes turned toward me. Teacher went on his usual tirade, but this time he added a few colorful words, shocking the virgin ears of the rest of the kids. "God damn it! Why is that it you can't behave like a human being? What the hell is wrong with you? Down to the office! Now!"

Their eyes followed me as I walked, chin up, out of the room and, dutifully down to the principal's office. No surprise, I got a few days off from school. Escorted by a hall monitor to my locker and then back to class to get my book, teacher found me in the hallway.

"I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. I'm disappointed in you that you don't care for school or your fellow students. I'm disappointed in myself that I can't find a way to get through to you. I'm saddened that you're headed for a very unpleasant life." I grinned and continued on my way.

The hall monitor showed me to the door. When no one was looking, I headed for the football field bleachers. Teacher was also the sponsor of the Chess Club, so I knew he'd be leaving after all the others had gone.

As the sun started to set, I made my way over to the dumpster near the teachers' parking lot. I watched him fumble for his keys in his pocket as he walked across the lot. Blinded by the setting sun, he didn't see me approach him from the side as he put the key in the car door.

The stray brick that I found near the football field rained down on the back of his neck, driving him face first to the ground. I repeatedly slammed shut the car door on his head, spraying blood and gray matter all over the brake and gas pedals of his '86 Ford Escort wagon.

He told me he was disappointed and saddened. I'd say crushed is more like it!

Wooo hooo hooo hooo hoooo!