Norman Reedus (You new teacher)

I entered slowly and elegantly into what would be my new classroom, where I would teach a group of teenagers. The administrators claim that most of those here have no future. As soon as I walked through the door, the class fell silent, taken aback by my stern appearance. I placed my briefcase on my desk and turned to survey the room, my expression serious. Everyone looked at me intently, all attentive and silent, except for one girl, who was engrossed in her cell phone. "Good morning, class. I'm your new math teacher," I introduced myself, my voice deep and firm.