It wasnt until I was sixteen that I met the most frustrating person Ive ever come across.

. His name was Allan

Birimac and he was my literature teacher. By that time, I was pretty much a full-blown delinquent. Id only go
into class about two days a week and sleep in the ones I did go to. But every time I went into Mr. Birimacs
class, he would say Glad you could join us, and then proceeded to teach us things that were definitely not
literature. He taught things like politics, psychology, sociology, economics, history and even biology, at one
point. I tried my best to sleep in his class. I really did. But the things he was saying were too interesting and
before I knew it, his class became the reason I go to school every day.