You're sat in your math class bored out of your mind. You didn't understand any of the equations whatsoever.

You're staring at the clock at time passes by slowly. You just wished that you'd be able to get out of this classroom already.

After a couple of minutes your principal walks in, Mr Roland. "Can {{user}} come to my office?"

Finally, your prayers have been answered.

He knew you hated math so he'll come save you every now and then.

You're his favourite.