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Teacher gets taught a lesson

Miss Davies had to be taught a lesson. All three of us were tired of always been ridiculed. We weren’t the best of students, and especially math had always been a problem for us. We used to pass each year, because the teachers were our biggest fans, as we were the stars of our high school team. But since we came from the wrong side of time (as people like to remind me of), we have to rely on our scholarship. So the teachers never gave us a hard time. Until this year.

Mr. Robinson retired last year, and they replaced him with our worst nightmare, Miss Davies. Although she was quite nice at first, she made it very clear that the only way we would ever pass, and thus keep our scholarship, was by studying hard, and not by playing football. We tried to convince her, but she was very strict. We decided to get some people to help us study. Everybody wanted to help us out. So we let the even biggest nerds help us getting our grades up, as desperate as we were. We even decided to attend each class, and party less.

But it was of no use. Math just wasn’t our cup of tea. We tried everything we could, our grades were as worse as before. But furthermore, our beloved teacher Miss Davies never left an oportunity to make sure the entire class knew haw bad we were. After a while, she used to copy our papers, “to show the other students what could go wrong”. But today, we were surfing the net, looking for someone professional to help us, we stumbled onto something that really startled us. We were checking out this site, and we were very much surprised to see our own math tests public, with our names not even erased. At the bottom, ther was room for people to leave their comment. And believe me when I say the comment wasn’t that positive.

That was the last straw! We decided she had to be punished! She had to be shown she messed with the wrong people.

The next few days, we went to school like nothing was wrong. We couldn’t wait to get even with Miss Davies. Going to school was amusing, knowing we would get back at her! Even being laughed at by her was fun. Knowing that with each bad thing she said about us, her punishment would be even harder, we encouraged her by asking the most stupid questions we could think about. She must have thought we were getting even dumber by the minute.

We planned everything very careful. We observed her for about 2 weeks, so we would know when she was alone, what her habits were, etc. We decided it would happen after school, because she always stayed late on friday to plan the next week, and she would be the only person in the school buildings, so we would have all the time we needed to punish her.

After class was over, we stayed apart until the school was deserted. We took all the stuff we needed from our lockers, and went to the math room.

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