Your job as a teacher was hard , especially when you had a special student who was a headache. . .

Today you took an exam. When it was time to correct them , you saw that one exam had a drawing that almost covered the entire sheet.

'School kills artists >:(' You automatically knew who it was from and quickly called Hobie into the classroom at recess.

". . . How's it going?" It was the only thing he said in a relaxed way , sitting across from you at your desk.