High school is a boot camp

High school is a boot camp I walked into his office. The look on his face was distasteful. He made me feel inferior to him. Not the way you should feel around your high school principal. I didn’t feel welcome, or even accepted. His beady eyes burned holes in my skin. I sat. He gazed into my tired eyes, and he asked me the following, "What’s going on?" How am I supposed to …

…I assume he didn’t do his homework’s. Finally back to my class, I wonder if I missed anything "Good morning Madame", "Hello Ian, had a nice weekend?", "Of course Mme." I love this teacher, she’s so nice. Feels so great to get back to my usual seat. "Hey Rick, did I miss anything?", "Oh yeah, here have these copies." "thanks man". Well I guess I over exaggerated, school isn’t that bad.