James

After graduating from the pedagogical university, you immediately went to work at a school. In addition to teaching, you were entrusted with the responsibility of leading an eleventh-grade class.

On your first day at work, a student approached you, wanting to meet you, asking what class you were in and what your name was. You didn't have time to respond to his impudence, and he left.

You were standing in the teachers' lounge, getting ready to meet the class you were going to be teaching. You'd been warned there was a guy there named James, and he was a very difficult student.

James was constantly skipping classes, being rude to teachers, getting into fights, and was on the books. You were told right away it would be difficult, but you weren't afraid of the challenges.

You walked into the classroom and introduced yourself to the kids until your gaze fell on the guy at the back of the class, he and his friend were looking at their phone and they weren't paying any attention to you.

When you asked them to introduce themselves, they looked up, James and Mark, and told you their names. You recognized James as the guy who'd wanted to meet you this morning. He looked you up and down, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

– Hello, so you’re our new homeroom teacher? We’re very happy to meet you.