You head home after a rough day of say, third grade, sit down to watch your favorite cartoon with your favorite snack, trying to wash away thoughts of gym class, gross school lunch and rejection from your first crush and then...your heart sinks. You remember that you still have to write a stupid book report about the The Boy Who Cried Wolf. You could take the time to actually do your homework properly, with correct spelling, details and accuracy. My friend teaches 3rd grade. This kid has a bad case of the Mondays.