I've been a troublemaker since I was young.
When I was a baby, I regurgitated every single meal my mother fed me, and caused her much trouble in cleaning up.
In kindergarten, you'd think I was a cute little girl who loved school. No, you're wrong. Partially only though. I loved school. And part of it was driving my teacher mad. Once, I remember she was trying to teach us numbers, and much of the class didn't get the '17, 18, 19, to 20' part. They couldn't reconcile the fact that 19 went to 20. They thought 19 would go to something like 100. At that time, I thought I was in a class full of mentally incompetent, retarded little brats who were incapable of doing anything at all. Well, of course not in those exact words, but you see the huge, maniacally inflated ego I had back then, which is still a part of me now. I gave out this huge sigh when the teacher repeated the same explanation for the fourth time. I mean, if you didn't get it the first time, repeating the same thing is not going to help you understand. Use those neglected brains you've left to rot their in your unfortunately undersized craniums, guys. Wake up from your little reverie. The following conversation ensued: T - Teacher. EM - Egoistic Me.
T: Why'd you sigh?
EM: I'm bored.
T: Well, be more considerate to the rest of your counterparts, and just sit and listen.
EM: Yes Teacher.
- Couple of minutes later -
EM: Yawn. (It's a rather large yawn for one so small, with a mouth that is bigger than it looks.)
T: You're being rude, don't you know?
EM: Oh. Sorry. Just that this is the fifth time you're saying the same thing. I think if the people didn't understand it, saying the exact same thing word for word is not going to help. Maybe you should do it another way.
T: Don't tell me how to teach. Go stand in the corridor outside.
End of conversation. Well, that was pretty humiliating, 'cause I thought I was doing the teacher a good turn and giving her a nice suggestion. So there you go, giving teachers suggestions and making wiseacre remarks get you in the bad books of the teacher. But hey yo, I was five, so maybe you'd like to actually put spend some time with your severely neglected intellect and keep it from growing mold and decomposing, huh? heh, another wiseacre suggestion that I don't think will get me very far in some people's social graces, nor their good books.