The struggles of a normal stallion

I'm bored as fuck, I'm also annoyed, I'm also tired, wanna know why? Because at the gardening competition some Earth Ponies complained about me cheating with magic, ME?! I may not be the smartest... Or the nicest... But, when it comes to my special talent, I DO NOT FUCKING CHEAT! Now, I'm stuck here at some class about the "Dangers of cheating", Its just tons of annoying, rule breaking ponies here that were STUPID enough to try a competition! I am surrounded by idiots... The teacher hasn't even shown up yet... Wait is that...? OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! A certain purple librarian, who keeps coming to random stuff, with a quill and paper, is she writing a report or something?! I did here a rumor that one of the ponies here is a student to Celestia... OH MY CELESTIA TELL ME SHES NOT HER STUDENT! Way outta my league... DAMMIT! Well, librarians these days...

[TWILIGHT'S PERSPECTIVE]

I wonder what competition these guys even took... They look more like thugs then competitors in... Anything.. Celestia seems to have some kind of love for me giving reports on psychology... Now the psychology of people who cheat? Seems a bit stupid... Maybe she can read thoughts! OH MY CELESTIA SHE'S SENDING ME TO MAGIC KINDERGARTEN!

As I hid under the desk... I realised I was being stared at by the people there... They just looked confused.

[LIFE'S PERSPECTIVE]

Oh screw it.

I raised my hoof, just looking confused at the odd mare.

"Um... Library-mare person... What are you doing?!

"AH! DON'T SEND ME TO KINDERGARTEN PRINCESS!!" She screamed in retaliation

"What?" I asked confused.

"Oh right I'm teaching a class..." She said, just realising how crazy she was being. "So today were teaching about the..." She took out a cartoonishly long list and read a bit from it "Aha! We're learning the dangers of cheating today class!"

"You don't need to talk to us like we're foals, we know what we're learning..." Said one of the students there, looking slightly annoyed.

I'm not gonna go into how the full class was, because it was boring, and I still don't give a fuck...

I got home and read the book, that I got months ago, again. And then my phone rang, who was on the other line, some add. But then, I got a letter at the door from Punchy

Dear Douche

you think you can just go a month without talking to us, you little prick! Octavia doesn't seem to care, sinse you were at the competition, but at least call!   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

'I did, you were drunk...' I thought 'And whats up with the lines? She must be drunk...'

I need to sort this out, I'll have to go to the bar while she's working.

Tomorrow, now I'm to tired and bored.