"Hello, class. My name is Loyal Prudence. If you are scared at this very moment of your first day of school, then I regret to tell you that it only gets worse from here."
Class 1-A. First number, first letter. A class of firsts. The smartest, the fastest, the strongest. With a teacher that didn't care one bit.
"You may have gotten away with brownosing and slacking in Middle school," the dark-brown haired teacher stated, each syllable perfectly accented, "But in my class, it is results that will get you far. Think you're good? Look at the person next to you. He or she thinks their good, too. You are going to have to prove your worth. Now I know for certain that all of you will hate my guts. That is fine. My guts are not here for you to love. I am here to teach; you are here to learn. I will teach; it is entirely up to you if you will learn."
They said that Loyal used to be a final year teacher that was moved down for some reason or another, and was still adjusting to the fact. The reason for her demotion was said to have been the result of an argument between an influential parent of a failed student, and the strict teacher.
"The rumours you may have heard about me are true. I am the only teacher that has kept back students that do not pass. That's because I believe in failure. Without failure, there can be no success. It is up to you, and only you, to succeed."
"Apart from homeroom, I also will be teaching you English, and I sometimes fill in for basic mathematics, but I do not expect any slacking with any subjects for any of you. I think my point is clear. If you do need help with anything, only come to me after you have tried solving it yourself, and asking one of your classmates to help. Do that, and I will seek to have the issue resolved as soon as possible. Now, the roll...State 'present' when I call your name..."