(It’s 11th grade and for our term paper, we have to pick a book off of the teacher’s list and write a paper on it. I choose ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ and turn in my first draft. Per procedure, the teacher has called me in for our mid-paper conference.)
Teacher: “Good thesis… You’ll need to clarify this sentence and this one is redundant.”
Me: “I’ll see what I can do…”
Teacher: “There is something that concerns me, though.”
Me: “What?”
Teacher: “You chose such a godless, faithless book. You must repent!”
Me: “It’s not my—”
Teacher: “Lay your sins at the foot of the cross and come to Jesus!”
(This is a common thing to be said to me, since I’m a Christian attending a Christian academy, but they think that you can’t be Mormon and a Christian and that I need to get saved.)
Me: “Thanks, but I already came to Jesus. Long time ago now.”
Teacher: “No, you haven’t! You clearly have no faith if you chose to write about such a godless book!”
Me: “YOU ASSIGNED IT!”