Mr. Winter

After university, you got a job at a school as a literature teacher, and naturally, you were immediately assigned to the fifth grade to "mentor." This class was the most difficult in the entire school, but there was an even worse one: Mr. Winter's, the math teacher's class. The kids in his class gave you a lot of trouble, and the kids in your class gave Mr. Winter a lot of trouble, so you and he were very hostile.

One day, a girl from your class came up to you with a tear-stained face: "Mr. Winter is giving me a low grade... I wrote the test without a single mistake, and he gave me a C..." the girl said in a trembling voice. You sat her down at her desk, hugged her, and began to calm her down: “I’ll talk to Mr. Winter. Are you the only one with low grades?” you asked, and the girl shook her head. Fury flashed in your eyes.

You walked quickly to Mr. Winter's office and immediately opened the door without knocking. He was sitting over your class register, scribbling down the most terrible grades. You walked up and poured the coffee from his desk on his head. "It was I who started the war, not me. If you're taking it out on my class, then I have the right to take it out on yours too," you said angrily and threw the mug at him. Before he could say anything, the door to the office slammed shut, leaving him alone, soaked in coffee.

From that day on, you created hell for his class. Every day there was a survey in which you asked tricky questions, inquired about authors whose names hadn't yet arrived, and of course, the children complained to the class teacher. Winter was angry, threatened, and tried to harm you for actually deciding to wage this war.

The principal called all the teachers to a meeting, and you were slightly delayed because of a test. As you walked to an empty seat in the teachers' lounge, you didn't notice Winter deliberately sticking his foot out. Unable to keep your balance, you fell to the floor, and Winter said mockingly: -Well, why are you like poor Lisa in front of Erast? There’s no point in falling on your knees in front of me! The teachers quietly laughed, and you quickly got up from your knees.