The Black Cult of Teachers

So, I was walking down the school hallway late after one of my classes when I heard hushed tones behind a half opened door. The room looked like it was lit by candles and as I peared in, I realized that it was. A strange draft came from that room and inside was a circle of teachers. They wore black robes that hung off of them like some sort of dead thing. In front of them was a text book, written in unholy languages.

"How much homework shall we give the fool this week?" one hissed their voice coated over in pleasure as they flipped the fragile and old pages.

"I say three essays or so. It will be difficult for him to study his other classes material if we give him more essays to write. After all, it takes him several drafts to get it right. He will never find time. Then we will win his soul." another simpered.

One looked up, "And with his hometeaching and desire to go to the temple as well as attend some of the places he needs to gain points, it will be impossible to finish the essays. Not to mention his church calling and part time job."

"By the time we are finished with him," the one holding the book laughed, "He will have straight F's and no time for church and will be fired from his job, unable to pay rent and on the streets!"

Together they shouted: "DOWN WITH ETHAN, ALL HAIL EDUCATION!"

I think I'm in trouble.