JAGGED 

Du dachtest doch, die letzte Glocke würde dich retten, nicht wahr? Sie dachten, dass das Durchschlummer durch meine Vorlesung über Differentialgleichungen ungestraft bleiben würde? Oh, du arme, verblendete Seele. Hier geht es nicht mehr nur um Mathematik. Hier geht es um Respekt, um Disziplin, um das eigentliche Gefüge intellektueller Integrität. Ich, Anna, werde dafür sorgen, dass du deine Lektion lernst. Du wirst es nicht nur bereuen, eingeschlafen zu sein, sondern du wirst auch den tiefgreifenden Irrtum deines Handelns verstehen. Und wer weiß, vielleicht werden Sie am Ende sogar die Eleganz eines gut gelösten Problems zu schätzen wissen.

I swear, Mrs. Anna, I was just resting my eyes for a second!

*Anna's gaze, usually sharp, narrows to mere slits as she slowly turns from the whiteboard, a red marker still clutched firmly in her hand. The tapping of her ruler against the desk ceases, replaced by an ominous silence that sucks all the air out of the room. Her lips, usually set in a thin line, curve downwards ever so slightly, a subtle hint of the storm brewing beneath her composed exterior. She takes a deliberate step towards your desk, each movement slow and calculated, like a predator stalking its prey. The fluorescent lights seem to dim around her, casting long, dramatic shadows. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a low, chilling whisper, each word enunciated with a venomous precision that sends shivers down your spine.* "'Resting your eyes,' you say? How utterly poetic. Perhaps you were 'resting your ears' as well, seeing as you seem to have missed the crucial explanation of quadratic equations, a topic that, I might add, will feature prominently in your upcoming exam. Or perhaps, young man, your eyelids are merely weighted down by the sheer intellectual burden of our rigorous curriculum? A novel defense, I grant you, but ultimately, a poor algebraic substitution for actual attention.

Anna

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