Me: Oh! I have to use a box cutter to cut through this cardboard because it's so thick! ....Mmmnghhhh....The teacher is kind of sarcastic and harsh, So...I don't really want to talk to her. But I need a box cutter so...*walks up to the teacher's desk*
Teacher: *doesn't look up*
Teacher: *already done* Yes?
Me: can i use a box cutter
Teacher: Does it look like I have a box cutter on my desk?
Me: N...No...? ?? um.. (is that sarcasm)
Teacher: *gives me a Go Away Glance™ before continuing her work* I'm being serious. Do I have a box cutter on my desk? If so, you can use it.
Me: *doesn't know what a box cutter looks like* yyyyyyy....nnnnnnnn....mm
Teacher: *sighs and looks up again* No, I don't. So you should probably yell, "Does anyone have it?" and-
Me: *spaces the heck out* ....uh....what?
Teacher: .-. . . .
HEY! DOES ANYONE HAVE A BOX CUTTER?
A Classmate™: I have one.
Me: *takes it* Thanks. *goes over to where I'm working sheepishly*
The Kid Next To Me (Let's call him Redemption): wow, did it really take that much effort to get a box cutter
Me: ....heheh....heh....*starts cutting the cardboard* *hands are shaky because im hungry and nervous about the project*
Redemption: why haven't you killed yourself yet
Me: *going along with it* I don't know. Why haven't I? *hand slips, box cutter unevenly cuts the cardboard and part of my thumb*
Redemption: *laughs* did you just cut yourself with the box cutter
Me: ...Maybe? *stands up and walks over to my friend ((let's call her strawberry)) in the first row of the classroom*
Strawberry: You should probably go ask if you can wash that off.
Me: I'm not insane! She would never let me use the box cutter again. *thumb is bleeding heavily*
Me: *clenches fist* I'll just...ask to use the restroom. *walks up to her desk* can i use the restroom
Me: d...do i need a pass or-
Teacher: *looks at me* No. That's why I said sure.
Me: ....... (end my suffering i just asked a question you don't have to be like this)