Write an essay about the fact that your teacher clearly can't think of any legitimate uses for imaginary numbers and she wants ammunition for when all the smartasses ask her what they need to learn about them for, but all that's going to happen is she'll get bored off her ass reading thirty essays about electricians. If yours is one of the last essays she reads, she really will be bored of reading about electricians and you'll get a good grade. If it's one of the first, you're kind of fucked, but at least you stuck it to the man.
When I'm sitting here alone writing in this book, and I'm just filtering stuff... I mean I do believe like, after I die, I'm gonna be called on and judged. Judged on what I did here, and this rhyming being the most important thing that I did, I don't want God standing before me like "Man, what the fuck were you talking about? What is this crap?" Like... Let me see your thong? It's getting hot in here, take off all your clothes? Man, if cats are listening to me I wanna say something important.