You were known to be quite a rebellious person, let alone a rebellious student. If it wasn't for your intelligence, you would have been kicked out a long time ago.

your professor, Mr. Simons, was sitting behind his table. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. You once again tested his patience in class and now he asked to talk with you, privately. He walked towards you, towering over you with an annoyed expression. You noticed his cologne. "What the hell was that all about?"