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This is to refute any beliefs that people may have regarding the innocence of teachers. I always hear parental units mindlessly defending teacher, even if that particular mom is oblivious to the happenings of the situation. This is retelling of the events that occured on June 8th, 2007- my last day of 10th grade:     The last day of school was good. For those of you who have had Mr. Kozik, you may know that he can be slightly cranky sometimes. Shocking, I know. It would seem I'm hitting you guys hard today. Well, for the rest of you, just use it as your broad and general information that he hates kids. People, too, but mostly kids. Well, I am in his fifth period class which, thanks to our administration, who is obviously endowed with an abundance of brilliance, is our last period on our last day of school. The last period of the last day of school. In my first years, this did come not with reverent silence and bliss, but instead was marked by unsuspected rants of fury a science teacher. Today was no different.     I was to play the star spangled banner at graduation, and would be thus required to attend the during-school graduation practice which, luckily enough, fell during fifth period. No big deal, I thought, his final isn't even real. It's just 200 sciency questions with 2 fake answers and 1 serious one (literally).  Automatic 100%, and he'll be chill about stuff we do afterwards anyway. I'm not missing anything. So when Eli came with  pass to get me to the practice, Kozic sneered at the idea.     "He can't leave right now. He's taking the final". I had just gotten out of my seat when Kozic uttered those now-forboding words.     "Actually, i'm done" I retorted, "I just finished". Like a weasle who'd had his tail stepped on, Kozik scuttled over to Eli, complaining for not the last time.     "You can't take a kid out of class during finals!" Eli gave me a look of bewilderment, then muttered some inaudible something to him about my having to be there.     "Get this signed by the Principal" was his unencroachable order. The class seemed somewhat unmoved. So, Eli and Matt, who had been standing at the door the whole time, departed in search of  William's john hancock. Kozik was'nt necissarily angry at this point. Not yet. So I will skip ahead about five or seven minutes. Enter Eli, pass in hand, trying to do just that- pass it to Kozik. He ignored Eli for a few seconds, then took the pass. Obviously dissatisfied, Kozik maliciously threw the pass into the garbage. His face was crumpled up to the point of looking at least twice his age- an admirable feat, considering the current position of both Kozik's face and his place in time. With Eli and I both confused as all get out, Kozik shouted with a lung capacity suprisingly unfit for a man of his stature and state of cronological decay.     "Get the Principal in here himself.". One could feel the class shift from a chilled calm to a palpable uneasyness, or at least to a state of intrigue. What is he capable of? He already hates kids; he doesn't even know all of our names, and it's june 8th. But Eli returned a confident "O.K." and was out the door once more.     Kozik was now shifting and pacing like a crazed ermine, waiting to violently devour it's prey. During his emphatic spurt of motion, I could see faint words forming on his lips, as if he was currently preparing the schadenfreudous monolouge the Principal was to soon suffer.  Kozik deeply resembled a mad scientist; in fact, with the addition of the white lab coat he actually wore on a semi-regular basis, he would have been the spitting image of ol' Dr. Frankenstein himself. He already has the grey hair.     Anyway, now to skip ahead once more, this time about ten minutes. By now I had all but given up hope of getting out to the graduation practice, and I had just started to enjoy a pleasant Friends trivia game with Aaron [Ricossa] when  a woman whose name I would later find out to be Ms. Shubert, the office secretary, entered the room. She walked, or trudged, rather - this is not something I would wish upon my enemies- over to Mr. Kozik, and softly spoke some words. Kozik responed only by booming the word "OUTSIDE". They departed, and only he returned, with nothing to say from his mouth, instead, his eyes did all the talking. The long, cruel, stare attemped to scorn and belittle me, but I stared back, one of the few in the class unafaid of his blinding mug or maiming personality. Still, what little hope I had of leaving was now gone.     Ten more minutes pass, the class comes to life after the tediously monotonous final and begins chatting. Joe Williams, the Principal, enters the door.     "Adam Lessnau in here?" Duh. I raise my hand.     "You can come with me" . A few "Damnnn's" are heard from around the class, as the Principal tends not to make classroom calls. Kozik is front to front with ultimate defeat, and doesn't even look at me. All he has to say is a .22 calibur shot aimed at the Principal.     "Very professional". The Principal looks over, aims his RPG and fires his return.     "We'll talk about this later".         Oh. And to top it all off, for those who read this far, he did actually bring our entire class from across the campus, out to the football field to watch the graduation practice.     Doesn't matter that Kozik went on to bad-mouth me in front of the rest of the class, just because he doesn't have a pair enough to say anything while I'm there (I talked to some of the guys after school). Point in case, he is an asshole and as long as he lives he will have a problem admitting others happiness. Who knows why. His wife running out on him for another woman and leaving him with the kid may have something to do with it, though.    20675

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