Karma is a butch

Being a high school student comes with its prices. I have chemistry this year to teach me all the fundamentals of how chemicals react and apply them to my daily life. At the beginning of the year I was expecting my last year teacher who was on my schedule. He was fun and cheery and really down to earth and shared a common love for learning with his students. He taught impeccably and really became much more than a teacher to us but rather a friend that merely discussed science. As I walked through the door, I was bitterly disappointed to find that not only was my favorite science teacher was no where to be found, but a teacher with a monotone voice, an abundance of nose and ear hair, that grades homework on correctness was filling his spot as a long term substitute teacher for the first semester.

If you haven't been in school in a while then I wouldn't find it shocking if you didn't know the significance of grading homework for completion. When a teacher assigns homework, the next day when he/she collects it, he/she checks for completeness and participation in the assignment. Grading homework that covers material that we only learned that day for correctness would evidently bring one's grade down to a C. This did not settle well with me as my "average" grade stared back at me. Not only did he grade homework, but didn't help us understand the material when we didn't get it or asked for help.

My fellow classmates shared this hostility towards our new teacher. Obviously, as a room full of teenagers filled with recklessness and not a care in the world for authority, we decided to challenge him. We devised a plan to get him to quit, as he was already retired (just filling in for our teacher) by the end of the first month of school. We collaborated and really did the most immature, obnoxious things you could imagine. Every single student coughed for a good 5 minutes straight everyday. We would argue back, waste time, make loud noises when he turned his back, throw things across the classroom, switch seats on a 10 minute basis, constantly leave to go to the bathroom, and my favorite of all scream at the top of our lungs for a split second everyday.

Just as we planned, the first month was up and last week he had put in his resignation form. Our class celebrated his departure with joy and, to be honest, we felt quite accomplished with ourselves as he left the classroom. Sure, what we did was unreasonable and quite rude and disrepectful, but I could not live with a bad grade because I didn't carry the 1 when I was changing 2 liters of H2O to 200 mL of H20.

Little did we know, we just got ourselves into a big pile of shit. I rarely use curse words but, to explain the extent of the terrible predicament we just landed ourselves in, "shit" is a very appropriate word to use. Our new chemistry teacher bursts through the doors and lays down the law almost immediately. We literally can't, and I'm not exaggerating, ask "if" questions, which come up a lot in science, eat, yawn, laugh, smile if there is no need, sharpen our broken pencils, use tissues, throw away trash, go to the bathroom more than once a month, or really be happy in any kind of notation. And on top of everything he has the most atrocious hair cut that makes him look like a lesbian.

So yes, "shit" is a very appropriate term to use. Karma is a very interesting thing in life. Sometimes it gives you a boost and others it makes your life a scary debacle. I guess, you get what you give.