My class hates me. Not all of them, just most of them. I won't go into all the reasons why or how, but most of them have elevated me to the level of Dolores Umbridge or that nasty headmistress from Matilda. (Disclaimer: I don't deserve it) The class is, however, facing a low level mutiny. You see, some of them, yes a very few, they like me. These precious gems brought me flowers to show their appreciation.