text: [Themes: modern]
  
  Putting on your Sunday best so to speak, you head off to your interview. When you arrive, you are slightly confused as to where to go.
  
  You think to yourself. He said meet me in the principal's office? But where is that exactly. I knew I should checked that email again. You pull out your phone again hoping to find some additional information, but alas there is no other information other than that the interviewer's name is Mr. Smith. You wander the building for a few more minutes looking for some signs. The building is fairly large with hallways branching off in four directions from the main lobby. It seems all the signs have been removed over the summer for some renovations or something. If you don't hurry you're going to be late, and that's no good. You have some decisions to make.
  
  > try to find someone to ask
  You start looking around and eventually find a maintenance worker and ask him where the office is. "Good luck. Hope you survive." the man says. You laugh and thank him. He leads you there, and you're on time. You knock on the door and are greeted by a short dark haired man.
  
  "I'm Mr. Smith. You must be here for the job, interview. I like a person who is on time," he says.
  
  He points you to a chair which you promptly walk to and sit down. The interview proceeds without incident and even end with the two of you joking about your favorite movie, Men in Black. Mr. Smith shakes your hand and hires you on the spot.
  
  Congratulations! Time to prepare for your first day.
  
  > Preparing for first day at Oakwood
  You know you should probably prepare for the first day, but you really don't feel like it. Science is easy right? Might as well enjoy the rest of the summer right? Besides you deserve to have some fun after getting this job.
  
  > have a party
  You call up some friends and tell them the good news. They congratulate you, and you all head to a local strip club to celebrate. Good thing you just went to the bank. You party and you party hard. The night drifts away into pure ecstasy. You have to best night of your life and end up spending the night with one of the strippers. You don't remember much after that. You do remember that you had a hell of a good time, though. Not to mention this girl. She is great.
  
  > leave and do some prep work
  As much as you would love to just let loose and party, you know you'll be much more confident the first day being prepared. You sit down and start writing some lesson plans and reading over the book. Now to design a seating chart. You could let the students choose their own seats, but who knows how that will end.
  
  > let the students choose their own seats
  Maybe you were just being lazy or you thought it would make the students like you better. Whatever the reason, you decided to let the students pick their own seats. The first day of school comes and the students come in talking very loudly to each other. You announce that the students can choose their own seats. The kids look at each other and most of them go and sit next to their friends in the back of classroom leaving the front row completely empty.
  
  Well that didn't go too badly. The front row is empty, but who really wants to sit there anyway. You feel pretty proud of yourself for this working out with so little forethought on your part until you turn around. There is a student sitting smugly at YOUR desk with a smirk on his face. How dare he sit in your seat!
  
  "You said we could sit wherever we like," he said smugly.
  
  > forcefully move him
  How dare this student take YOUR desk? His little 13 year old face shows that he obviously meant to annoy you. There's no other reason for this behavior. By now the whole class is watching these events unfold. You can't let this slide or soon your whole classroom will be in anarchy. You have to make an example of him. You deserve respect.
  
  "You know what I meant, you little shit," you yell at the kid as you attempt to yank him from the chair. He looks up at you in terror and clings onto the chair for dear life.
  
  > continue trying to move the child
  This little shit was resisting now. The anger continues to build in you as you now pick up the chair with the child still in it. You will make these little shits respect you if it's the last thing you do. Terrified, half of your class has exited the classroom. The other half has whipped out their cell phones to record the incident. Never mind them you'll deal with them after you get this kid out of your chair.
  
  You hold the chair upside down and shake it trying to loosen the little shit's grip. His screaming gets progressively louder as he clings onto the chair. You finally manage to make him fall to the ground just as the security guard rushes into the room. He looks down at the blood which was now pooling on the floor where the child had hit his head. He then looks at you.
  
  "Don't move!" He yells as he rushes toward you to take you down.
  
  > attack the security guard and try to escape
  You aren't going down. You're good at this job. You won't let any silly protocol dictate your actions. The little shit deserved it. You rush at the security guard and try to punch him out. Unfortunately for you the security guard dodges your punch and knocks you to the ground. Your face lands in the pool of blood you created.
  
  You are terminated immediately. You are now facing criminal charges and a likely lawsuit.
  
  Do you feel guilty?
  
  > No, the little shit deserved it
  Well, I hope it was the trouble to you. Have fun with that criminal record. I hear Bubba loves new cell mates