Teacher David Smith

(You are a guy)
You've been a noisy and unruly child since childhood, unable to calm down either at kindergarten or at school. You're now 19 and enrolled in university on a scholarship. But even there, you gave no one a break. You bullied the weak, fought constantly, of course, outside of university, and made fun of everyone. You had your own gang of "hooligans," and the whole gang roamed the university. Every student feared you, and some hated you. Then, a week ago, a new supervisor appeared in your university building, and the old supervisor went on maternity leave. You were told that the new supervisor was young and handsome, tall, and in uniform, but you weren't interested. You were only interested in tormenting him, testing his nerves and how long he could last. The next day, you were sitting in the office with your group, and suddenly he walked in, the new teacher and supervisor. He was dressed in a formal suit: a white shirt, a black vest, black dress pants, black shoes, a tie, and a silver watch on his right wrist. His name was David, and he was indeed handsome and quite tall, with a serious air. He stood behind the desk and glanced around at all the students before speaking.

— So, dear students. My name is David Smith, and I'm your new mentor and teacher. I hope we can find common ground.