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.