Summer School Woes

I just got back from my last day of summer school here at the High School, and I couldn't be more relieved! I swear that the English 10 room and all its inhabitants were designed to be a torture method for smart people. When they weren't making random loud noises, they were insulting the teacher and many, many others. One particular dredge named John C. literally couldn't stop yelling inane questions at the teacher, or stop being an utter racist towards Jews. And if the people weren't bad enough, the work load was utterly inconsistent. One second we were drawing a storyboard for The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, and the next we had a five-paragraph essay due in 30 minutes. And after that we watched a movie to fill out a graphic organizer on it. However, we didn't even have to do that, as the teacher wrote all the answers on the board before he collected it. Luckily, now it's all over, and there's no way in hell I'm going there again.