The lights in this room are brutally bright.
The monotone voice of the teacher knocks me out alright.
The assigned class clown keeps interupting with what I think are jokes.
There's always a kid who smells like the pot they smoked.
"Wait a second! Can I see that last sentence?"
"Sorry Sir. You should've been paying attention."
"Don't we have air conditioning? Why's it so hot?"
I swear to your local deity my teacher just scratched his crotch.
There's always a kid that stays in a phsycological cacoon.
This isn't even half the Sh*t You Can't Not Have in a Classroom.