Okay, so today in English, our teacher decided (since, accordion to her, we are a class of failures) how to write a proper one-chunk MLA, Jane Schaffer patented, super stupid, paragraph for a MLA, Jane Schaffer patented, super stupid essay. She gives us a paragraph that she wrote herself. It was utterly horrendous. Terrible... Unrealistic vocabulary and bad syntax. Lame quotations, and contradictory ideas. The whole period we went on telling her what was wrong with her essay, as she attempted to defend her writing style. Soon I completely lost interest in the ludicrous conversation (argument) and decided I would draw...

After about forty minutes of drawing, I finished a decent portion and simply took a moment to look over my work- nothing fancy, just a comical doodle. Mistakingly, I sighed a great sigh of accomplishment and looked down, smiling at my work.

"Michael, what are you doing back there?"

Oops, I guess the class dictator heard me. To late to lie, I looked her straight in the eyes and replied, "Umm... Drawing." The class burst into laughter. I was embarrassed, yet proud, all at the same time, and luckily- ding dong, ding dong- saved by the bell. So, like my classmates, you may be wondering what it was that I was drawing, well have a look yourself. Warning, it contains some stick-figure violence, therefore it is contained inside a special interface option known as a spoiler tag. Awesome.

No one seems to like this teacher, and for that- I pity her. But unlike Frodo, I won't help her out, because look where he got for pitying Smeagol- Nine and one half fingers.