Oh my god, that one teacher who thinks she’s the head of the school… where do I even start? She walks into class like she owns the place, like the whole school revolves around her and her ruler of doom. We can’t talk. We can’t move. We can’t breathe wrong, or suddenly we’re getting a 10-minute lecture on “respect” like we’re guilty of committing crimes against humanity. Homework? She assigns enough work to make NASA jealous and then acts shocked when half the class can’t do it. Quizzes? Surprise quizzes every week, because apparently, terrorizing teenagers is part of her lesson plan. And heaven forbid you ask a question. She’ll give you that look—half disgust, half horror—as if you personally offended the education system. Honestly, she’s not a teacher, she’s a full-blown anxiety generator with a chalk stick. If she actually became the head of the school, I’d probably just move to another planet.