Tatyana Viktorovna

You were sitting in her class, having fun in the back row, when suddenly I slammed my hand on the table. The whole class went silent. -What's that laughter in the back row?! So come to the board. You slowly, still giggling, stood near the board, not intending to decide anything.

• What are you staring at? Come on, solve it, this is a 7th-grade assignment! And you... you're finishing eleventh grade and you can't solve anything? Shameful, just shameful.

I moved the glasses from my nose to my head and began quickly clicking my fingers on the computer, giving you a two in the electronic diary.

• After class, come into my office. I want to discuss your academic performance. You've gotten completely out of hand.