At the beginning of the year we took a trip to the bowling alley and since the other group left before us a teacher and I took his car and he took me to the wrong ally bowling alley and left me there for hours, my mom came to get me and was furious and basically "talked" to the principal about it. Later, around the second quarter, we found out that the lunch lines were too long and the sandwiches were moldy and frozen, so we went upstairs and I had Halo installed on every computer they had and finally we snuck in and played Halo until the bell went off. bell. we were surprised by a teacher passing by and we all took the ISS. This year I left the Science Olympiad, and due to the teacher drama, I didn't care anymore. Nothing really exciting happened for most of the second and third trimester, but we all made friends and laughed and joked and it was great, but the teachers were horrible. At the end of the third quarter I was tired of the teachers accusing me of things so I stood up and did my own thing one day the teacher told me to move and I hadn't done anything wrong and I did a Rosa Parks and not I made it move so she screamed and sent me to the ISS That day as I was walking out a kid said "ha ha bye" and I said "Fuck you!" so he told me about it and they wrote to me twice that day and I didn't like that course very much that year, by the end of that day I hated them even more. When I walked into the vice principal's office I was surprised that my old new PE coach, Mr. Jeeter, was the vice principal and he lectured me about what I had done wrong (frankly I knew what I had done wrong and I just didn't care). So he said “I have to call your parents” and with the most nonchalant attitude in the world I told him to tell him I said hi. By the end of the year all the teachers hated me. I knew all the kids in second and eighth grade