 Man, teachers had issues. Remember those teachers that just had to have them weird ass rules? Like, yeah, even though the state says we only needed to account for 10% of your grade, I'm gonna make homework account for 20% of your grade just because teachers thought they were slick. Now I had a few of them since I was a bit of a punk throughout middle and high school. I had a handful of them try to exert their negative energy on me. I remember this one teacher especially in middle school. I don't know who spat in his coffee or who was holding his family hostage but he did not like me. Like, did I smell bad? Did I make a poor first impression at the beginning of the year? Like, I never knew, but it's like we had beef. Beef that I didn't and just couldn't contribute to. I'm a student, you're a teacher. Fuck it, I'm a kid and you're an adult and you wanna have beef with me? What the hell? I just wanted to take some notes. Speaking of notes, I remember taking notes and the dude got on me for shortening the word information to info. Imagine going on that big of a power trip. How dare you shorten my majestic PowerPoint notes? My majestic PowerPoint slide. No one else can make these notes like me. Shut up, you nerd. He was all like, couldn't even write the whole notes out. And it's like super disappointed tone. How about you taking notes and gargle them shits like mouthwash, you donut, huh? He even lied on me to my mom. He was like, yeah, your son was laughing about 9-11. Like, yeah, that's what my mom knows me for, being insensitive. While my mom knows I got more emotions than Coca-Cola products, you can't lie about that. Try again, boy. Saddest thing is that I used to always be on teacher's sides too, because I get it. You gotta deal with all these little demons throughout the day, but hey, that ain't my fault. That ain't my fault. You got issues, brody. That was the awakening to my give much less of a fuck about school demeanor. Some of these teachers were just fucked up in the head. And others were just there for a check, a bag. Actually, I can't say that, because there were actual teachers that cared about their job and the students that they encountered. I mean, I guess there needed to be some to maintain the equilibrium of that dog should ask school. Too many ancient teachers would have tipped the FBI and they'd get a little wary of how teachers were treating the students. But back to that 20% of homework accounted for your grade. The teachers that raised a percentage in spite of the minimum only needing to be 10% must have just liked to see people suffer. Give them a personality test. I promise you they'd score high in sadistic tendencies. You already know nobody's trying to do homework. You already know your boy completes zero out of 129 homework assignments throughout the school semester. You already know. So why are you doing this to me? This was a personal attack of anything. All honesty, I'm probably being a hypocrite, but I found raising the homework percentages to be the laziest way of teaching or maybe just more evident that teachers had to show kids their power. My classroom, my rules. Yeah, we know that, but now can you actually be cool for once? Especially if you were doing good in the class despite the homework. You know, yeah, I'm actually good at this subject. I'm good at the subject. Just because I don't do the homework doesn't mean I'm not good at the subject. I just don't got time to do you garbage ass assignments because I value my time, Mr. Sandman. Didn't matter though. You had low Mr. Tommy, just okay with condemning Nigga's report card because he believed his homework was so much more important than other teachers. My homework must weigh more. It just must. I'm so much more important than everyone. No, you're not. You're not more important. You just got more issues. You got more problems in the homework you're trying to make Nigga's do. Get off that diggy ride and go to therapy. Seek, seek, seek self-fulfillment, you rat bastard.