In 12th grade we had to take the Golden State exams one last time... and I didn't wanna. So for the written portion I wrote a story about a unicorn who wasn't realy a unicorn because his mom was a horse and his dad was a billy goat so the animals made fun of his lop-sided horn and then he decided he didn't like that so he ate the woodland creatures and bathed in their blood. And then I drew a man in a sombrero that said "Viva Mexico!"

My teacher called me back on my way out and said "Do you want me to tell your mother about this?" and I just said "Okay. Sure," 'cause I figure I was being good by occupying myself.

That teacher had it in for me a bit though. Once when I was absent he told BJ to take something to the trash or he'd fail me. Haha.