When I was in middle school, I had a psycho art teacher named Ms. Doyle. Dear god, this woman was crazy. One day, our class was working on a project and some people, including me, finished early. She told us that anyone who was done to sit a certain table to start the next project, and when I did she asked me what I was doing. I told her I was finished, and she started to argue with me and said I wasn't. I got up and showed it to her, and when I did she went crazy on me saying I was disrespectful and sent me to the principal's office. But I didn't actually get in trouble, my guidance counselor saw me in there and asked me what happened. She thought I was joking, and when I told her I was serious, she let me go to her air-conditioned office and work on homework for the next few periods.