Fight to the last breath

Earlier in the school year, I defaced the art teacher's pencil sharpener. Where once it said "art", it said "fart". And now it says "art" again (thank you, acetone).

Since the incident, Art Teacher has crossed me in numerous ways- erasing notes clearly marked "Save" and covering pieces of my own artwork with garish Art Institute calendars. I won't even mention what he did to the "Kevorkian for President" sticker. But yesterday, he crossed the line.

He cleaned my desk. I can't find ANYTHING.

The first order of business was to add back all the shit he removed. The second order?

Why, revenge of course.