This is fantastic. I can't believe it actually worked out the way that it should.
This story reminds me of when I was in highschool and my English teacher gave us a term paper on John Steinbeck's "The Grapes of Wrath." I read it, but rather than writing about it, I chose to write about how much I didn't like they way he ran his class and how the last four years of high school had been a joke. I had learned to put forth just enough effort to keep my grades high enough to keep my parents happy, and not a bit more.
It was one of the better papers I'd ever written and he gave me a B, because it was an A quality paper, but off topic.
