Throwing old women in traffic, and smoking in Chemistry

Now, I've returned to Upward Bound.  I haven't always been a major fan of it, but it's something that helps me get my homework done.  It's productive, and I tend to get more of my work done this way.  I used to hate it, mainly because I wasn't all that big on the tutor for it. She didn't do anything, and she rarely helped her students.  This woman tended to just stand over your shoulder, ask you what you were doing, and then stand there for what seemed like forever.  This got on my nerves very much.  There were points when I just wanted to smack her, or throw her into four-lane traffic during rush-hour. It's not that I'm a mean person, it's just that I'm not a very tolerant person.  I pride myself on being able to tolerate certain people, Cough* Tyler *cough, Just kidding. I love Tyler, he just needs to not punch me in the leg, or make 'blue waffle' references anymore.  Upward Bound, aka, UB, lasts from 3:30pm, until 4pm.  Nick and Chantel are here pretty much every time,  lately, I've had soccer, which has prevented me from attending these meetings, which is fine with me.  There'[s also another girl in the program, whom  I despise, but luckily, she doesn't show up to the meetings. Anyways, during these hour and a half meetings, I have to pretend to do work, as in homework and studying.  I'm not big on homework, I have all A's, and I do all of my work, yes, but homework isn't for me.  Even if it's for my creative writing class, I don't like to do it.  I'd much rather sit at home and sleep, than do any form of homework. I like to get my work done in class, that way I don't have to lug home heavy books every night.  I still need to go up and get my chemistry book, that is something that is VERY important.  I have a test tomorrow, and I need to get some questions done. 
In my chemistry class, it consists of 3 things, talking to my friends, sleeping, and pretending to care about what Mr. Weathers has to say.  Obviously, I accomplish 2 of the 3.  I do not enjoy talking to Mr. Weathers, most of the time I bs my way out of getting into trouble.  Like when he asked who lit the matches, I told him it was me, so I could light my cigarette.  This man thought I was joking... I was, but then again, I am the one who lit the match. 
In my second period class, we discovered, I am absolutely terrified of midgets.  I can't help it.  I see them and it freaks me out... Almost as bad as clowns do...(: