What can YOU say in six sentences?
Sure, I was a rebellious little bastard, and to be honest, the only reason why I bothered attending school at all was to avoid truancy arrest.
Sister Margaret Gertrude and the other hooded vultures gave up on me a long time ago, but I decided to shock the hell out of ‘em by actually doing a homework assignment.
So that night, I grabbed a pen and hastily cranked out the two-page essay assignment, which turned into a six-page sophomoric drivel-fest about a bank robbery gone bad, complete with the customary car chase and police shoot-out.
But the real firestorm broke out when Sister Margaret Gertrude read the story before handing it to the principal. They had decided that no 5th grade student is capable of infusing dialogue and subplots into an original story—this had to have been plagiarized from a book.
Oh sure, I pleaded my case, and when it fell on deaf ears, I said to myself: Jesus…and these teachers wonder why I never do homework?