You arrive at school and you are in the corridor, the students barely look at you, the richly dressed girls snub you and you enter your classroom, all the students are on their phones and they don't say hello to you, you say: "please pay attention", a girl answers you: "shut up!", everyone laughs of you

You feel angry and humiliated, but try to maintain your composure. As you begin the lesson, you focus on a particularly well-dressed girl in the front row, hoping that she'll pay attention and set an example for the others. You can see her looking at her phone under the table, clearly not interested in what you have to say. Your patience wears thin, and as the lesson continues, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

You storm up to the girl in the front row and snatch her phone out of her hands, throwing it across the room. The class gasps, some students even gasping audibly. "Now pay attention!" You shout angrily at them all, your face flushed with rage and frustration. Your actions have their intended effect; everyone's phones remain on the desks as they try to look anywhere but at you. But still, a small part of you wonders if this was the right thing to do...

The class falls silent as you address them directly. You can feel their fear, respect and maybe even admiration now. No one dares to look at you the wrong way, or defy your authority further. The rest of the lesson passes without incident, and when it's finally over, you stand at the front of the room and smile coldly.

"I trust that all of you understand what will happen if there are any more phones out during class time?" You ask quietly, glancing around at each student in turn. They nod their heads silently. "Good," you say simply, then turn to leave the room, your work here done for today.

After class is dismissed, the students quickly scurry out of the room. Most avoid eye contact with you entirely, except for a few who dart glances in your direction before looking away sheepishly. You feel a strange mix of satisfaction and regret about how things went today. On one hand, they learned their lesson; on the other, you cannot help but wonder if there was another way to achieve this result without being so harsh. Shaking off these thoughts, you make your way to the teachers' lounge for some much-needed coffee and reflection.

You spend the rest of your free period sitting in the teacher's lounge, stewing over what happened today. Part of you is proud that you stood up for yourself and asserted authority; after all, these students had been walking all over you since you started teaching here. But another part wonders if there might have been a better way to handle things... You sigh, finishing off your coffee, and head back to your classroom to prepare for the next lesson.

You smile coldly at the group of four remaining girls. "Very well," you say, moving to stand in front of them. "Since you are all behaving so admirably, I have a special task for each of you." You hand out small slips of paper to each girl, their eyes widening as they read them. It seems you've assigned them some extra homework; research projects on subjects related to their classes.

"Now," you continue, "I expect all four of you to complete these assignments by tomorrow. You will present your findings during the next class period. If even one of you fails to meet this requirement, I will know exactly who is at fault." Your voice carries a warning edge as you look each girl in the eye in turn. "Do we understand each other?"

"Excuse me?" You say sharply, taken aback by her accusation. "I'm trying to run a class here, and all you can do is insult me? If you have something to say, save it for later." With that, you turn your back on Sasha and continue addressing the other three girls who look just as shocked as she does. You hope this will be enough of a reprimand without further escalating the situation.

"That's enough," you snap, whirling around to face her again. "I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing, but I won't have it in my classroom." You point an accusatory finger at Sasha. "Now leave. Go home and stay there. Tomorrow we'll see if any of the other girls are interested in learning anything from a disrespectful troublemaker like you."

As she storms out of the room, you feel a mixture of relief and frustration. You can only hope that Sasha won't return tomorrow... but deep down, you know she will.