Copy of A Good Teacher

I'm a well-disciplined elementary school teacher.I usually wake up at six am and arrive at the school at 6:30 am. I don't eat breakfast because, of course, I have to be there before my students. When I arrived, I setup my stuff and started to wait for my students. We are a small but disciplined school. I'm the only teacher in the school. Our school has one janitor, one lunch lady, one teacher, one class, and, of course, one principal. We don't trust parents to raise their children. They spoil them and raise them to become a usuless dirtbag in society. Maturity starts at a young age. I don't care if I'm a harsh teacher and I don't care if they don't like me, I'm not their parents. I'm a teacher, and I'm here to train and educate them, not to play with them. I know most of the kindergarten teachers do that, but this is a different school. We don't get money from kids' parents. We don't care about money. We only care about raising useful people for society. I can still remember the first day our precious students met with their class and me.


I woke up at 7 am as usual. I was so excited to see my new, precious, clean-minded, harmless students. I got into class before everybody and started waiting. After 1 hour of sitting and looking at the door, finally someone knocked. "H-Hi, is this the red class?" Such an innocent voice... "Yes, you can come in." I said to my new student. A little girl with a pink backpack opened the door and peekd inside shyly. "Such a beautiful, such a precious soul," I thought to myself. I stood up and slowly walked towards the girl. I bent a little to see her face better. "Hello, what is your name, darling?" I asked her in a calm voice. "S-Sarah..." she answered. In her voice, there was no danger, sin, or darkness — it was beautiful. I smiled at her and said, "I'm pleased to meet you, Sarah. We don't need to talk about my name; you can just call me, teacher." She slowly nodded her head. "You are the first one. You can sit wherever you want." I said to her. "Thanks, teacher." She thanked me and went to find a seat. I sat on my chair and started to observe her. She opened her backpack and took out some coloring books and markers and started working on them. "A productive student." I thought to myself. After that, the door was opened. I looked at the door, wondering who was the disrespectful person that opened the door without knocking. A small boy got inside. He looked at me and said, "Hello, are you my new teacher?" I looked at him, disgusted. Such a disrespectful, violent kid. "Yes, honey, I'm your new teacher." "Cool, where is my seat?" he asked. Overly excited and disrespectful kid. "Before that, can I learn your name, sweety?" I asked him. "Oh, my name is Tom. And what's your—" Before he could finish, I told him that I was delighted to meet with him and that he could take any seat he desired. He sat on a random seat. After seeing sixteen more kids, the class was finally full. "Okay, sweethearts. Before we start, let's learn each other's names. I want everyone to make a circle. " All of them got up and created a circle by holding each other's hands. "Okay Sarah, you start. Tell us about yourself. " She looked around shyly. "Hi, my name is Sarah, I'm seven years old. I like coloring and reading books.".  "Oh, such a beautiful student." I thought to myself once again. Another student came. "Hello, my name is Jeremy, and I like to play soccer and watch films." he said with an excited voice. He was cute, but not the type of student I like. No reading books, no studying, no watching educational things. Another kid who is going to grow up to be a usuless dirtbag in society. I'm here to change that.

  The first day was decent. We learned each other's names. They sang a little song, and the day ended. The first day always comes to an end quickly. The other day, I arrived at the school and saw Sarah, reading a book. I went next to her to see what she was reading. She was reading "Alice in Wonderland," but it was the more detailed and heavy version. It was not for her age. "Do you understand anything from reading this?" I asked because a little kid like that can't read a book that heavy, I hate students who pretend to read a book just to impress the teacher. "Yes..." she answered. I told her to explain to me what she understood so far, and she did a pretty good job of explaining it. This little kid actually knows how to read. I was impressed. I gave her an apple as a reward. "My family told me that I have to be a very good girl to go to a school like this." she told me. She was right. This school is here to educate PROPER students, not future clowns. She kept reading as she took a bite from her apple. An hour passed, all the other students arrived, and the lessons started.

   Our first lesson was math, so I took out a bunch of pencils. "Ok kids, you see, I have ten pencils. I'm going to add five more pencils." I said as I took out five more pencils. "Now tell me, Jeremy... how many pencils do I have now?" Jeremy stood up and shyly looked at the pencils I was holding. "F-fifteen?.." He was right, but he was extremely stressed and nervous. He'll get used to it. "Good job. You can sit. " Jeremy sat in his seat. "Ok, so our first subject is addition. This is the easiest mathematical term. As you can se-" I had to cut my sentences short because someone was talking in the backseats. I looked closely, It was Tom, trying to talk with another student. "Ehm Tom, please concentrate." I said to him. "Okay, okay." he said to me. I'm going to ignore him for now. "Okay, so addition is one of the most basic things in math. See, I just showed an example with pencils. First I'm going to teach you to do it with counting and using your fingers, and then we are going to do it on paper. Okay fir-" I had to cut my sentences again because of someone talking again. I looked at the class and saw Tom trying to talk to another student. "Tom! Please concentrate. This is your final warning!" I told him. He quietly turned to me and started looking at the board. "Okay, first of all, let's try to figure out this." I wrote "3+4=?" on the board. "Okay, let's start with... Ummm... Let's start with Billy." The kid named Billy got up and started staring at the board. "You can use your fingers." I gave advice to him. He raised one of his hands and showed three fingers, and did the same with his other hand, except that instead of three he showed four fingers. He counted them and yelled, "SEVEN!". "Good job, that's right." I cheered him up. He sat down as I wrote another problem on the board. "Okay, so what is five plus one?" Some of the students raised their hands, but I wanted to see if Tom was paying attention. "You, Tom." Tom looked at me and got up. He used his fingers and found the correct answer. He was good, for now. "Okay, let's see. Hmmm, Tina, please get up." The kid named Tina got up. I asked her, "What is three plus six?" She started sweating. She looked at her hands for a few seconds. After she was done, she looked at me and said, "I missed the part, Teacher..." she said to me. She was not listening; she was not paying attention; she was worthless. I told her to sit down, and we moved on. "Okay, the final problem. What is four plus nine, Jeremy?" Jeremy tried counting his fingers, but the answer was more than ten, so he just looked at me confusedly. "Hmm, hold on, I will be right back." I told him and got out of the class. "Wait, I forgot something." I thought to myself, so I returned to class and called for Tina. She got up and came with me. "Teacher, where are we going?" She asked me. "Would you like to help your friend?" I asked her. "Y-yes." he answered. Perfect...

  I led her into a dark, unused class and locked the door. I gave her a piece of cloth. "Okay, sweetie, I want you to bite this cloth and close your eyes. This is the only way to help your friend. When we are done, I'm going to take it back and give you an apple as a reward. OKay? " "Okay." she replied to me. Oh, children these days, they are so naive. They think the world is a beautiful place. I gave her the cloth, she bit it, and I told her to sit on one of the seats. "Okay, I have to tie you up so that I can get you an apple." "But why..." she asked. "The apple tree only gives apples to teachers, so if you move, the tree will see you and it won't give any apples." She was confused, but she said, "Okay." I tied her body except for one of her shoulders. I gently grabbed her arm and put it on the desk. She didn't say anything. I headed to the teacher's desk and opened one of the drawers and took a large knife out of it. I went to the toilet, washed the knife, and went back to the classroom. Tina was still there, patiently waiting with her eyes closed. I grabbed her hand which was on the desk and gently touched the knife on one of her fingers. But wait, I forgot something. You can't trust kids, so I took another cloth and closed her eyes with it. "Okay, I can start." I touched the knife on one of her fingers and started moving it back and forth. She had a sudden shock. She tried to scream, but she couldn't because of the cloth. One finger was done, two to go. I gently moved the knife to her other finger and started to move it back and forth. She was screaming, kicking the air, trying to escape, but I'm a good teacher, I know what to expect from the students. The second finger was done too, so I moved to the last one. I gently cut the last one, and I bandaged her bleeding hand and cleaned the blood from the desk. I gently collected the fingers I cut and washed them gently. I had to leave her there for a couple of hours for her to recover, so I got out of the classroom and locked the door.

  I headed back to my main class; the students were still there, waiting for me. I gave Jeremy the fingers. "Okay, now you can count with these toy fingers." First he didn't belived me but when I satared at him for a few seconds he decided to believe me and started counting them. "Thirteen?" he asked. "Yes, that's right. Now that the lesson is over, you can all go to the cafetaria. After a few seconds, the class was empty again. I took out an apple from my drawer and headed back to the classroom where Tina was. She was still there, trying to escape. I went next to her and put the apple on her desk. If you can't learn something, help others learn.

  After the lunch break, I went next to Tina. She was still there, crying, but she was a little calmed, so I headed to the teacher's desk and took out a syringe and some sort of drug. So I carefully injected the drug into Tina through her arm. This should calm her a bit. I waited twenty minutes next to her, and finally she was awake. The lunch break was about to finish, so I quickly untied Tina and took her to the class. I made her sit on her chair and started to wait for other students to arrive. After the break was over, everybody came back to class. Except for... Tom. We waited for three minutes, and after three minutes, Tom came into the class. He just entered the class without saying anything. No apologies, no "May I come in?" and no knocking. He got in and sat on his chair. "Ehm,Tom. Got anything to say?" I gave him a chance, but then he said, "No. Why?" I said nothing and started my lesson. The subject was English, so I decided to ask them a few words to spell. I also decided to give Tom another chance to recompense himself. He stood up and tried to spell the word "DETERMINATION" but the only thing he did was make weird noises. Dissapointment, again. And right after that, he started harrassing the other student again. At that break time, I decided to do something about this at the break time. I told him to come with me at the break. He was annoyed, but it's almost impossible to say no to a teacher. So he agreed.

  I took him to the same empty class and made him sit. I didn't have enough time to come up with a lie. I came next to him. He looked at me. He was a little scared. I could tell it from his eyes. I did this lots of times. That's how I became a good teacher. I waited for him to look away. He was talking, asking what was going on, but I didn't reply. After a few minutes, I gently placed my hand on his shoulder. He was really confused and scared. I slowly took my hand next to his neck. Before he could say anything, I grabbed his neck and started choking him. I paid attention to suppressing the carotid to get the best result. After six seconds, he passed out. Normally it's ten seconds for a grown human, but he is a kid, so it took less time. After he passed out, I gently picked him up and placed him on the chair. I tied him with the same rope that I tied Tina and hundreds of different students. I didn't tie his mouth because I needed it to be open. Instead, I made him swallow a pill, which anesthetizes the tongue and makes it unconscious. So that he won't scream. The first section was completed. I went back to the teacher's desk and took out a sewing box. I opened it and took out a needle and thread. I needed him to be awake, so I still had time to return to class. So I returned to class and told the other students to do whatever they want, as long as they didn't get up. I went next to Tom again. He was awake but he couldn't talk or scream because of the pill. I told him to close his mouth. He was so panicked that he didn't even listen to me. So I got the needle and the thread and carefully threaded the needle. Once I was done, I carefully held his lips and started stitching his mouth. He was making it so hard. He was shaking his head, trying to scream and escape. I didn't do it while he was unconscious. Because it makes them not feel pain. I don't want that, I want them to learn a lesson from their mistakes. It was bleeding like crazy. I needed to take a break from stitching it. I took a bunch of papers and wiped all of the blood. After that, I went back to work. I'm a professional at this. I did this many times. I also didn't forget to leave a little gap between stitches so that he wouldn't die from hunger. After it was done, the whole place was in tears and blood. I had to call the janitor, but before that, I headed back to the teacher's desk and took out the drug and the syringe. It was the same drug that I gave to Tina. I injected him with the drug and exited the class. I also called the janitor and told him to clean up the mess. I also didn’t forget to put an apple on his desk.

  I returned to the class and started waiting for the students. Tina was still there, sitting emotionlessly. Sarah was also here. She was reading a book. The bell rang, and other students came to class as well. Of course, except for Tom. The subject was life science, so I took out some different plants and started explaining them. Tom must have woken up. I had to get him. I told them to examine the plants. I went next to Tom again. The class was clean because of the janitor, so I had to be careful to not make any mess. He was awake, but he was under the influence of the drug. I held his hand and led him back to the class. When I returned, I saw that one of the plants was on the ground. I told Tom to sit down. "Okay, who made this mess?" I asked the class. Silence. "WHO DID THIS MESS!?" I asked once again. Still, no response. I went next to Sarah. "Okay sweety, you are my number one student. So, you know who did this mess?" First she said, "I don't know." I decided to threaten her a bit. I know that her parents are alcoholic and abusive, so she is very scared of them. "Well, if you don't tell me, I may need to have a little chat with your parents." She got so scared. "O-okay, I-I'm sorry. J- Jeremy did it. But it was an accident. Please don't call my parents. " She said, with a trembling voice. I smiled at her, "Thanks sweety. Don't worry, I'm not going to talk to your disgusting parents." I said to her and headed back to the board. "Jeremy, why did you do this." He looked at me, obviously scared. "T-teacher, It was an accident. I was trying to stop her from tearing the plants' leaves." He said as he pointed to a girl. "NO! I was not trying to tear it, she told me to do it." And she pointed to another student. "HEY! I never said that." He said, and they all started to blame each other. I didn't have much time left. "Okay kids, you all come with me." I said to them. They were confused, but they still listened to me and started following me. The only ones that are not following are Tina and Tom, but they didn't do anything, so they didn't need that. I bring them all to the same empty class.

  I let them in and told them to sit. They all sat and started looking at me. I walked out of the class and locked the door. I could hear them calling me and trying to open the door. I ignored them. I took out my phone and called the principal. He opened, "What is it, teacher?" He asked me, "Can you gas the class 1-B please, thank you." I hung up. I could hear the gas going inside of the classroom. This gas has the same effect as the drug. Injecting it is more efficient, but they both last forever, so efficency is not a big deal. I left them there. This class is specially made for this. So there is no gap that gas can go through and get out of the classroom. There are no windows or glass, including the door. There is only one vent which protects you from suffocating. It is the same vent where the gas is coming out of. That's why I have to release them before they die. It will take sixteen to twenty seconds for the gas to affect the students. First, they will fall asleep. Then they will become better students. After twenty-five seconds, I opened the door. The principal had already turned off the gas. They were all sleeping on the ground. I saw the scratch marks they left on the door, and they broke a lot of things. So, I called the janitor once again and told him to clean up the mess. I returned to the class.

  After 2 minutes, my phone rang. It was the janitor. "Teacher there is a kid who's not affected by the gas. He's pretending to be dead. What should I do with him." Hmm, the ingredients we ordered for the chef still haven't arrived and I don't want the kids to go hungry  "You can take him to the chef." I hung up. The children were finally awake. I told them to go to the class. They did what I said and started walking towards the class. No questions, no talking, no sound. It was the last lesson. I glanced at the class. They were disciplined, they were fixed, they became the students I like. School ended, they all went back to their homes. That night, I took a countless number of calls from the parents. Tom's mother started yelling at me, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY CHILD!" Another parent who doesn't do anything right. "Sorry Mrs., but in the application form we sent you, we said that we would make your children love school NO MATTER WHAT. He loves school now. We disciplined him." She went quiet for ten seconds. "I'M CALLING THE COPS!" She can't "Calling the cops? Sorry Mrs. but I think you forgot that you murdered your own husband and abused your child for years. Your son will report you if you say anything about us. You are a kind person who can easily sew up your child's mouth so that others do not hear him cry, and all of the town knows that. You've got more than ten criminal reports. And everybody knows that you are an alcoholic person. No one is going to believe you. Even if they believe you, your son is going to tell them how you tortured him for years. Right? Tom?" I heard Tom coming next to his mother, "Yes, teacher." Yes, he was a lot better. "Okay, I give you some homework for you. You know, empathy is a really important thing. So I want you to let your mother know how you feel. Okay?" I heard him say "Yes, teacher." After that, I heard his mother say, "Tom! Put that broom down! Or you know what's going to happen, young man!" After that, I heard her scream and a bunch of breaking sounds. She started crying as Tom repeatedly kept hitting her. I listened to the whole thing with pleasure. After some time, Tom picked up the phone from the ground. "I did it, teacher." I smiled, "Keep going, Tom." "Okay, teacher." I heard her mother scream from the back, "NO! NO, PLEASE NO TOM!" And I hung up. All the parents of these kids are either criminals, drug dealers, thieves, or murderers. They can't call the cops. This is the only school they could've sent their children to without having the risk of getting caught.

  I gave other students the same homework. Some of them stabbed their parents. Some of them beat them to death. Some of them burned them alive. I listened to every single one with a smile on my face. These students are now disciplined. They are the perfect human beings. No other school or teacher can make this happen in just two day. That's why I consider myself as "a good teacher."