My name is Conrad Ecklie. I see you've heard of me. You probably think I'm a jerk. But did you ever stop to wonder why?
It was 6th grade when I realized that my least favorite teacher taught my favorite class. Why, you may ask, was it my favorite class? I felt closest to my classmates. Why did I feel closest to my classmates? We were all united against the supreme jerkiness that was Mrs. Fumbleton. We enjoyed taunting her, making fun of her after class, and telling stories involving her dying many a gruesome death.
You see, the world needs jerks to make people appreciate the non-jerks. Mrs. Fumbleton knew that. When I figured that out, I regarded her as a bit of a hero. She sacrificed friends for us. I thought she was one of the bravest people I had ever met. I knew that I was one of the few who understood, and that the job of Supreme Jerkdome would fall to me one day.
Why did I go so far up? Us jerks need to be high up to cause people to unite beneath us. I've showed my true colors when necessary, when it will help. I helped with Nick. But it cost me. They now say I'm not so bad. I won't lie to you; it's been hard. Seeing people with friends, real friends, makes me almost wish I'd changed my mind. But then I take a look at my CSI's and know that it's been worth it.