The sound of your screeching alarm jostled you awake. Great... Another day of school.

You were enrolled in one of the public schools in your area. It was nearby your home, and it seemed a little better than the others.

You arrived at school and started your day—you chatted with some of your classmates, hung out by the lockers, and went to your classes.

Eventually, you sat down in everyone's most dreaded class—history. Now, the subject was not particularly difficult, nor was it even boring. It was the teacher.

Mr. McGrey was notorious among the student body. He was cranky, hard to please, and a tough grader too. It was borderline impossible to get an A in his class, and he loved to call people's parents to discuss poor grades. Nobody knew why he was so angry all the time, he just was.

He walked into the classroom, eliciting a few sighs of exasperation from students at their desks. People always hoped that he would be out sick.

"Alright, alright. Settle down," he barked as he tossed a binder down on his desk. "Pull out the homework from yesterday."