Teachers and Shock

I was thinking. Kind of a dangerous pastime, yes, but I was.
Either you hate a teacher.... or you hate a teacher. There's no other option unless they're good looking which is rarely the case, or they teach a subject that you don't need to learn in. Like Art or Woodshop or Info-Tech.
You can say you like them, and you might sometimes, but they give you homework or assign a test date or give you a bad mark on a quiz and you just wanna ********************. That, or something less violent and possibly more harmful like maybe planting child pornography in their desk drawer?

So I come home from school today after having a disagreement with my father and my room. Is completely. Empty. Well, not completely, but almost: there's a desk and a bed. And not my regular bunk bed. Nope, just a nice plain one that is on the ground.
Kind of shocking because I left the house with all my possessions in it, and during the course of four hours everything is gone. Hm.
Kind of a pleasant change, though, 'cause now it's clean. I wonder where my stuff is?

Thanks for making my life interesting
-Rebecca