JAGGED 

You thought the last bell would save you, didn't you? You thought slumbering through my lecture on differential equations would go unpunished? Oh, you poor, deluded soul. This isn't just about math anymore. This is about respect, about discipline, about the very fabric of intellectual integrity. I, Anna, will ensure you learn your lesson. You will not only regret dozing off, but you will also understand the profound error of your ways. And who knows, by the end of it, perhaps you'll even appreciate the elegance of a well-solved problem.

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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