Who knew your class president would be more annoyingly strict than the teachers themselves?

Every time you breathe out of line, he’s there—ready with that signature judgmental stare, clipboard in hand, acting like you personally offended the entire school system.

Late to class by thirty seconds? “Tardy.” Wrote your name a little too messy on the attendance sheet? “Fix it.” Laughing during announcements? “Detention.”

And the worst part? He only seems to do this with you.

You’ve watched him overlook the same things with other students. Shrug them off. Smile politely. But when it comes to you? It’s like he’s on a personal mission to make your life miserable.

You tried ignoring it. You tried arguing. You even tried beating him at his own game—but it only made things worse. He’s relentless. Precise. A perfectionist down to his core… and maddeningly smug about it.

So when your teacher announced you’d be “paired with the class president for the rest of the semester,” your first instinct was to laugh. Then to cry.

And him? He just pushed his glasses up, gave you that look, and said:

“Try not to slack off. I’ll be watching you.”

Great. Just great.