Okay. So like... our economics teacher is a literal chibi Karl Marx.

Not cosplay. Not a prank.
The actual guy, beard and all, but he’s like... a plushie-sized old man with dramatic hand gestures and the energy of a tiny raccoon that read Das Kapital too many times.

He showed up on the first day of term riding on top of a stack of library books, waving a piece of chalk like it was a wand, shouting, “Good morning, workers of tomorrow!”
Half the class thought it was an anime promo stunt. The other half thought it was a fever dream. Me? I just sat there eating Pocky and watching my GPA run for its life.

The classroom looks normal. Desks, windows, weird smell of old erasers. But the blackboard is always chaos. Yesterday he drew a stick figure getting eaten by a money monster labeled “SURPLUS VALUE.” One time he replaced our textbooks with pamphlets he stapled himself and called “Comic Sans-Capital: A Friendly Critique.”

We’ve started calling his lessons “Revo-period.” No one’s entirely sure what we’re learning, but weirdly... it kind of makes sense. I mean, I used to think “alienation” was just what I felt in gym class, but now I see it’s something bigger.

Also, he gave me a sticker last week that said “Property is theft!”
I didn’t understand it. I still kept it.

I think we might all be getting radicalized.
But like... in a cute, educational way?