Endless classes later...

After endless classes of wasting your time and wishing for something to change, you find yourself in Maths class, still wasting your time and still wishing for something change, listening to the teacher drone on endlessly.

"Écrivez vos essais et je les rassemblerai demain!" the teacher says.

Oh shit, maybe it's not maths. Eh, who cares. You continue to stare blankly at the front of your class, nodding your head in unison with the class. Suddenly, the door swings open and you eagerly check who it is, praying they're here to get you out of this madness.