teacher appreciation.

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.