Tick, tac...tick, tac. Your head falls onto the smooth wooden desk. Slowly your eyes become heavy, the room becomes dark, a peaceful darkness. Your eyes close and your mind begins to wander. Kaleidoscopic images of lush green forest surround you. Push aside thick foliage to give yourself room to climb over twisted vines and tangled tree roots. "Achem!"You turn around slowly."Wake up!""Five more minutes, mom.""What did you call me?"Uh...you wipe the drool off the desk and slowly raise your head. A bright red tint eats away at your cheeks and the entire class bursts into laughter. Your embarrassment fades as anger takes over. Your teacher not only woke you up, but humiliated you in front of the whole school! It's your turn for revenge and I'm ready to teach you the art of my ways. At the start of the day, your agenda is long. Showing up late is an easy way to annoy your teacher and it's even worse when you walk in the door and distract the entire class during important lessons. You must be a distraction and you must be very late. This is accomplished by running into class at least thirty minutes late screaming "oh my God, you would never guess what just happened" or any other exclamation followed by something to get the other students to listen to you. After you have the attention of the entire class, sit at a desk and have a whole group sit around you attentively. If desks are not available, something that is taller than the height of other students to show your superiority over the teachers. Then tell nonsense stories while your teacher's exasperation and irritation continues to eat away at his soul,LOL! The next step in this devious plan is to complain. Start by complaining about the teachers staff… half the paper… and you. If done correctly, this will leave your teacher with a mess and a splitting headache. You had so much fun annoying your teacher that you can't wait for tomorrow. The next day you arrive at school to see a new show greet you. Instead of being scolded for showing up late, students immediately start praising you. There is no teacher in sight and the children are running around the classroom, grinning from ear to ear. You here, a backroom-turned-classroom kid, screaming, "Hero! Hero! Hero!" The whole class joins in singing. The teacher resigned and gave no warning or explanation to the school. A replacement won't be available for another month, a full month of freedom! Say goodbye to those ruby ​​red cheeks, embarrassment, confusion, your teacher won't even dare to come near you after you followed all my steps to irritate your teacher.