If you mean we get slackers like that and fire them from guns, them yes.
*Strickland gives Marty another tardy slip*
Stickland: You got a real attitude problem, McFly. You're a slacker. You remind me of your father when he went here. He was a slacker, too. Now get in the slacker gun.
*boom*
*88mph reached even before he reached the barrel, Marty goes back in time and gets to his class promptly*
Strickland: Foiled again!