Back in my freshmen year of college, I had the toughest, most hard ass biology teacher in the entire school. He would spit lectures every single class and if we memorize what he said word for word, we could accept the failing grade right there. We couldn’t ask him questions and all of his work was original, so we couldn’t look up answers either. Science is also not my strong suit, so I knew I was in for a tough year.
I’m kind of a kiss ass in school, but it helps me get along with my teachers, so I knew I had to figure out what my bio teacher liked, and hopefully I could stay on his good side and somehow pass his class. Over the first two months of school, I made small talk with him and actually found out we had some similarities. I hated him and despised his class, but we bonded. There were a couple rumors that past students of his had sex with him to get a passing grade, I never found out if that was true or not, but I decided to seize the opportunity.