Third being three.

I imagine my school to be the most unjustly authoritative force I have ever come into conflict with. I being Simon. Our inspector, Washington, enjoys nothing more it seems, than humiliating as much of us as he can, as much as he can. He does this to me with unfathomable ease, as I can hardly understand a word anyone in my school says. He made me get my hair cut during school, and thus miss my P.E class, only to later critique my absence in the class. One day he caught me with my elbows on my desk, and told me to "go wash your face to stay awake". The thing he does though whose motive I find most hidden, is tell all the teachers, and representatives, and every other person with the slightest control over my immediate destiny, that I am lazy, and without wit, and always sleeping, and always complaining. He knows first hand how little of the language I know, and he knows I am thus obviously incapable of completing, or even knowing about most of my work. So what can he possibly be expecting of me?
I have decided that the most effective form of retaliation will be to do everything he asks, and exceed in all my classes, thus making him look dense as cement for so much as mentioning my name within the same monologue of "academic concern". Once Ive finished my exchange year here, I will write him a letter of gratitude for his constructive criticism, and the support it has given me. He won´t ever have any other song stuck in his head, or any other taste on his tongue.