My English teacher was also a real jerk. But, to be honest, I ruined our friendship before it could even blossom. The first book he assigned to him was Lord of the Flies. I whispered to the kid next to me, “Spoiler alert, the big kid dies at the end.” » Apparently I underestimated the volume of my voice because the whole class could hear it. And this girl, who earned her place on a one-way ticket to my “unfriend list”, reported me! The professor nicknamed me “Aaron the Novel Ruiner” and ignored me for the rest of the year. It was a scandal! He should have called me “Aaron the Hard Student.” For goodness sake, I had taken the time to read each SparkNotes before starting a novel. If that's not an example of a good student, I don't know what is. When we talked about literature, my hand would go up before everyone else, certain that I had made the most articulate comment possible. I have been rejected many times. The teacher pointed at me, making me hope that my ban had been pardoned, but he was only playing with me by calling out to the student sitting behind me. I now call it "The Wrathful