Making Being Annoying An Art Form

(There is a boy in my class who is notorious for being rude and annoying. Unfortunately, I sit next to him in art class, which is where this story occurs. We are working on charcoal drawings.)

Boy: “You’re copying me, [My Name]. Teacher, [My Name] is copying me!”

(The teacher ignores him, because she knows he’s just being annoying. I lean over and look at his paper and see that I am actually further then he is.)

Me: “I must be working in reverse, then.”

(He is quiet for a few moments, until:)

Boy: “That’s bad. Your art is really bad. Like, there’s terrible, and then there’s that.”

Me: *fed up* “Do you think you’re going to get married some day?”

Boy: “Obviously.”

Me: “Good luck finding a girl who puts up with all your bulls***. I’ve only been sitting here for ten minutes and I already can’t stand you.”

Boy: *hollering* “TEACHER! [My Name] IS BULLYING ME! SHE HURT MY FEELINGS!”

(Again, the teacher ignores him, and he shuts up until deciding on a different strategy.)

Boy: “Oh my God, [My Name], SHUT UP!”

(I wasn’t talking. He repeats this several times, getting progressively louder, until I can’t concentrate on my work at all. I jab him in the arm with my charcoal pencil.)

Boy: “TEACHER! [My Name] stabbed me!”

Teacher: “Good. You deserve it.”