Introduce Coach Johnson Analysis

Allow me to tell introduce Coach Johnson. Coach Johnson and I have only known each other for a short while, four months, to be exact. The moment I walked into his class, it was decided that Coach Johnson was not somebody I liked. The moment the populace of the class had their derrieres planted on the cool plastic seats, he dove into his life story, for the sixth time that day. Sure, most teachers do this, but they were at least humble about it. Knowing how many shops he owned, the countries he visited, and the fact that he was the Valedictorian of a 5A school, was redundant, to me. After seven and a half minutes of his endless narcissistic babble, he stopped talking. The class all exchanged glances at one another. Did he expect us to applaud?

He wanted to know if any of us could name the flags that hung all about his classroom. Something in me caught on fire. Competitiveness? The need to show him that I was not inferior? Whatever it was that he ignited, set me off. I pointed at all thirteen flags he owned and named each one, starting with Brazil and ending with Colorado.
The following day Johnson handed out sheets of paper. On each paper was a topic, we were to debate the topic on Friday. I had three days to gather information on the topic and present both sides. Arguing has always been my forte, sometimes I don’t even care about the subject on hand, but pick arguments just for the sake of arguing. I have always enjoyed gaining insight on my opponent through debate. It provides the cerebral stimulation I need.
Consequently, that evening, I went home and put together the perfect argument, for both the negative and positive ends. Unfortunately, for me, Friday afternoon nobody wanted to debate. I was incredibly let down, but to my bewilderment, Johnson wanted to hear my standpoints. Him being the teacher, I was forced to comply. He blew my argument out of the water. There I was, moments before, thinking nobody would defeat me, but he knocked me on my bottom, and I loved