God, how did I get stuck here with all these nerds? I look around the squeaky clean classroom and stare at my fellow classmates. Really could they be any more than typical dorks from a movie? look at ms preppy front and center probably has her whole life planned out. Must suck. I know I'm being a little judgy but for once the PMSing stereotypes are right. And it doesn't help I took the medicine on an empty stomach. I hear Screeching from the window and immediately get up to see what the hell is happening. Like some choreographed stunt everyone follows to rubberneck. I look out the window to see a sad man in sweatpants wreck the school sign, yell at a cyclist he may or may have not hit, threaten said cyclists with a crowbar, and chase him away all under a minute. The man makes his way towards the school. I start to put two and two together. He's a upset parent, angry ex, or...our teacher. I go back to my seat and rub my temple. For some reason I feel like my mood is not going to improve. The door opens and true to my assumption the reckless driver is indeed our new A.P Biology teacher. Fantastic.