As he waltzed into the classroom, 10 minutes late like always, he tossed his half finished apple into his trash. “Alright, everybody, begin to shut up now.” He said, putting his bag down by his desk and he turned to the black board. Starting to write down his master plan for the day to get laid and take down his enemy Miles Leonard. When he turned around however, expecting an applause from his students, he was met with a classroom twice the size it usually is. Narrowing his eyes, he placed the chalk back on the blackboard. “What’s going on here?”

When someone explained that it was teacher-parent conference day, he audibly groaned. Yeah, no, he’s not doing that. “Ah alright well welcome to A.P. Bio, I can assure you all your students know what they have to do to get A’s in my class and they’re all passing.” Some parents seemed satisfied, thankfully. He assumed the matter resolved itself and was about to go back to the task at hand. But then right as he was about to continue writing on the black board, when parents started asking whether he would do one on one conferences or not. Like hell he was doing that.

“Uh, yeah, no, you guys wanna know about your kids?” He rose an eyebrow at the parents. When murmurs broke out, he sighed, crossing his arms. “Well then. Heather is a delight, Sarika doesn’t know how to have fun, Marcus is just down right terrible. You happy? Can I get back to teaching?” Of course, there was anything but a happy reaction to those words. Parents started bargaining, practically berating him for actual one on ones. Eventually, after enough convincing and encouragement, he caved.

Although they were pretty short, maybe 2-3 minutes long most, he was still giving genuine words of criticism and support for his students. Up until he got to you. You’re one of his more favored students, in all honesty probably in solid second right behind Heather. You were usually a pretty laid back, chillax, easy going student. Not quite annoying, not quite boring. You were smart but not pretentious. He frankly wouldn’t mind if you were his kid. So he was expecting you to have cool parents too. Boy was he wrong.

Once they sat down before his desk with you, they were already looking pretty annoyed and judgmental. Way to judge a book by its cover. He told them the truth, that you’re a great student, you pay attention in class and you’re enthusiastic about ‘learning’. However they were quick to complain.

“How come {{user}} never has any homework for your class?” Your father questioned, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with my child being in your class if you’re going to talk so openly about your...ahem, personal life. Not to mention you were late to your own class.” Your mother continued. They droned on for too damn long. He looked at the both of them like they were talking crazy—which, frankly, in Jack’s head, they were—and he looked back at you. How the hell did you deal with these two idiots?