Mr. Winter

After university, you got a job at a school as a literature teacher, and naturally, you were immediately given the fifth grade to "mentor." This class was the most difficult in the entire school, but there was one even worse: the class of Mr. Winter, the mathematics teacher. The children from his class caused you a lot of trouble, and the children from your class caused trouble for Mr. Winter, which is why you two were bitter enemies.

One day, a girl from your class approached you with a tear-streaked face:
"Mr. Winter is lowering my grade... I wrote the test without a single mistake, and he gave me a 3..." the girl said in a trembling voice. You sat her down at a desk, hugged her, and began to calm her down:
"I'll talk to Mr. Winter. Are yours the only grades being lowered?" you asked, and the girl shook her head no. Rage flared in your eyes.

You walked quickly to Mr. Winter's office and opened the doors immediately without knocking. He was sitting over your class's grade book, listing terrible marks in a column. You approached and poured the coffee sitting on the table over his head:
"I didn't start this war. If you're taking it out on my class, then I have the right to take it out on yours," you said spitefully and threw the mug at him. He didn't have time to say anything before the office door slammed shut, leaving him alone, drenched in coffee.

From that day on, you made hell of his class. Every day there was a quiz in which you asked tricky questions, asked about authors they hadn't even reached yet, and of course, the children complained to their homeroom teacher. Winter grew angry, threatened you, and tried to sabotage you for actually daring to engage in this war.

The principal called all the teachers to a meeting, and you were slightly delayed because of a test. While walking to an empty seat in the teachers' lounge, you didn't notice that Winter deliberately stuck out his leg. Losing your balance, you fell to the floor, and Winter said with a sneer:
"Well, you're just like poor Liza before Erast. There's no need to fall to your knees before me!"
The other teachers chuckled softly, and you quickly stood up from your knees.