Frustration appreciation

I remember my English teacher said i'd be famous.
One day..

only person in that hour before lunch 
That he couldn't grade...

Always looked at me
Like he was aching to punch me or save me..

Trying to scrunch up his face
Dying to laugh..

Can't punish this misbehavior

One day the bell rang,

End of the lesson

He said that cue isn't for you 
Sit back down,keep on guessing

Holding the door closed
Says You don't pay attention 

And if you don't need to listen
And you're too clever for this

What's a retorical question??

I rolled my eyes and just said to him ..

want to get out of the way?!

So he got out of the way...
Even opened the door

With a look of touche'

But what he coped with, 
endured,
And didn't put on report, 

Id end up going to jail for

And for that i applaud him!

Mr K.