It goes pretty well

Several students filter into your room. They are happy to see you, as your students have always liked you. You mostly taught classes for seniors, so you weren't too much older than them. This helped you relate to them easier than most of the teachers. Over the years you have become a confidant for many students and they trusted you with their problems more than the school's guidance counselors. James always jokes with you that you would make a great therapist.

You begin the class and you are amused at how many times you have to remind students that your name is now Mrs. Shaw. You are pretty far into the class when a student of yours, Robert Jones, walks in.

"Nice of you to show up, Mr. Jones," you interrupt your own lecture.

"You know I could never miss your first day back." You roll your eyes at his sarcasm and tell him to take a seat.

Robert was always irritating you. He barely did any of his work, but the rare times that he did, you were impressed by how well he had done. You knew he was smart, but he was too lazy to live up to his potential. He cared more about girls and football. As the star quarterback, the school mostly ignores his poor grades, and he has a full ride to a Division 1 university next year. This obviously made him popular with the girls and you would be hard pressed to find a girl in the senior class that he didn't sleep with. Not that you can blame them, Robert was incredibly handsome and after seeing him at practice one day with his shirt off as you were leaving work, you practically jumped James when you got home.

You decided that you needed to have a talk with Robert before he gets his first dose of reality in college. Soon your class ends and students start filtering out of the room.

"Mr. Jones, can I speak with you a minute."

Robert doesn't say anything, but he walks over to your desk and waits for your point.

"I've been disappointed with your lack of work lately, can you please come see me in this room after school?"

"Whatever, miss, I hope this won't take too long," is all Robert says before leaving the classroom. You sit at your drsk awaiting your next class.