That's so my math teacher of the school year that just finished. I don't know why, but he was especially strict and mean towards me, so guess what I made his life living hell. Whenever he wrote a number in a strange form I acted as I mistakes it for another number and that his whole equation was wrong(there were a lot of time it was wrong). Me and Matty(a guy classmate of mine) hated him with passion, just like the rest of the class but showed it boldly. Whenever we had a test he would substract 5 points from my score. When I got 100, he wrote it 95, and so on. Of course me, being the justice freak I am fought for these 5 points and defended the whole class. Lucy-chan(one of my dear besties) helped me a lot, and she also always got less points than she actually had. I never understood the why because we two were really good students, always A students(my math grade in the end of the year was A, so I'm not praising myself). Let's say I got my revenge for hours of explaining that thick head that I got the exercises right. Last week of school we had a field trip(one day only, we don't do these 3 days or more trips here). When we were playing volleyball, a good good ball hit him on the face. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then we were playing a kinda game in which if you don't pass the ball, you have to sit down on the ground, in the circle formed by the players. When that old man(he isn't really old, he just acts old, who knows maybe 38) had to sit it was my turn to start. He attempted to catch my ball, and.....fell backwards. All of us laughed so hard because we all hate him. It served him right. Seriously, in all my school years I have never hated teachers, but him and Biology teacher broke the rule. Yet I won the battle, because my grade in both of my two fave subjects were...As, take that old grandpas(38, 25).

After my freakingly long comment,
Thank you Hajdi-chan!