Back 2 School

First, I would just like clarify that I am not in school, nor have I been since 2001. This I suppose is a sympathetic dream for my youngest sisters, who returned to the educational hell earlier today.

I dreamt that I got a phone call from my old guidance counselor at Littleton High School, Mr. Beauregard. "What is the problem?" I asked. "Apparently, we have received reports that you were disruptive the last day of school four years ago."
"What I am accused of doing?"
"Throwing your math papers into the trash, and saying 'Down to the system, and thank god I am done with this god-forsaken school!" I racked my brain, wondering, did I actually do this?
"Well, sir, I couldn't have helped it. And why in the hell are you calling me, four years after the fact?"
"We're requiring that you come back to LHS to repeat your Junior year--without doing the paper instance."
"Wait a minute. You want me to return to that crappy school for tossing worthless papers from a shitty teacher into a trash receptacle?" He answers yes. "What the fuck? I never heard anything so inane as this. Of course, this is LHS, home of idiots. Sure, why not? Knowing what I know now, I can protect myself." I pause a moment. "But what is the issue with throwing old papers into a trash can?"
"It's simply not allowed. What example are you setting by being so reckless?"
"The example that your school is crappy. You know something, you were the one who convinced me to leave in the first place, so congrats to you, jerk-off." I hung up, and told my mother about the current situation, and her words were no better than my own. But, I decided to be a rebel and show up to school in one of my Britney Spears-esque babydoll camis(Our school, like all has strict codes, which the shirt breaks).