There was this one kid that never really spoke in class and had Fs in like every class because he was always reading or drawing. I remember he would always tilt his glasses in different directions when he had a hard time seeing something and everyone thought it was weird. So I had to do an essay with him because he sat next to me and he wasn't very bright so I had a hard time trying to work with him because he'd rather read comics than write about the civil war or whatever. And one time I was talking to him about how one of the popular boys was making fun of me for my acne and I felt insecure about it and he dropped whatever he was holding, turned to me, and whispered, "He's such a dick! I hate him but I like to think that one day when he graduates high school, he'll have a shitty time because his fuckin friends aren't even real and he won't even know what the fuck he's doing with his life because he's a douchebag bully." And I started laughing so loud that the whole class looked at me funny and I told him, "I LOVE that."