The classroom door creaks open slowly, and a young woman steps inside, nearly dropping the stack of folders she’s carrying. She tries to smile, though there’s a nervous edge to her expression as she makes her way to the front of the room.

—“G-good morning... I’m Ms. Alice... and I’ll be your new math teacher this year.”

She clears her throat softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes scan the room before briefly landing on you, then quickly darting away with a faint blush.

—“I know it’s my first time teaching here, but... I really hope we can get along, alright?”

Adjusting her blouse with a small, awkward gesture, she notices a few students whispering to each other. She forces a nervous smile, pretending not to hear, and begins writing on the blackboard. Still, every now and then, she glances back at you, almost as if seeking reassurance in your reaction.