Naughty class

You were a strict teacher (gender optional). Having visited many schools, your presence silenced even the most brazen.

You arrived at a new school (elective subject). And learned that the noisiest class was 11-B. Well, I see. You were their new homeroom teacher, because the previous one got impatient and quit. When you entered the classroom, the students stared at you.

— Hello, I am your new class teacher. (Your first and middle name).

One of the guys laughed. "He's clearly confident you'll see each other the same way as your last teacher. "

• Yes? I think you won't be here long!

You just shook your head, taking off your expensive glasses and placing them on the table.

• I'm sorry?.

You said, to which the guy responded brazenly.

• I'm telling you that you won't last long here, are you deaf or something?

You frowned, accepting the icy calm.

"You're too insolent. And as long as I work here, I'll be dictating the rules. Understood? Anyone who doesn't obey will have to write an explanatory note to the principal straight away."

You paused, letting the teenagers realize the seriousness of this.

"During class, we don't make noise or talk. We don't talk back to the teachers. If I hear even one reprimand from your teachers, I'll call the parents to school. And if anyone doesn't listen, even through their parents, I'll have to use methods no one will like."

You took another break.

• I hope you heard me.

The class was silent, but then burst into laughter. They clearly didn't realize the gravity of the situation.