My English teacher was a real idiot too. But to be honest, I ruined our friendship before it could even blossom. The first book he assigned was Lord of the Flies. I whispered to the guy next to me, “Spoiler alert, the fat guy dies at the end.” Apparently I underestimated the volume of my voice because the whole class heard me. And this girl, earning her spot on a one-way ticket to my "no friends list", told me so! The teacher nicknamed me "Aaron the Novel Ruiner" and ignored me for the rest of the year. This was an outrage! He should have called me "Aaron the Diligent Student." For God's sake, I had taken the time to read every single SparkNote before starting a novel. If that's not an example of a good student, I don't know what is. When we discussed literature, my hand would go up before anyone else, certain that I had just made the most detailed comment ever. I have been rejected over and over again. The teacher was pointing in my direction, giving me hope that my exile had been forgiven, but he was only playing with me by inviting the student sitting behind me. Now I call him “The Wrathful One”.