First Day of Classes

You've been in this situation before, but have found out what works best. There was a time when you tried your hardest to be that hard-ass teacher despite being obviously unable to back it up. Lacking muscle or political connection, you've taken to simply taking life as it comes, enjoying it as you can since you never know when it's going to end. In this situation, **** is a very real possibility either from the spite of the students or simply their overenthusiasm. Fortunately for you, the school's head of security "Massive" Megan, big even by the standards of this world, has taken a liking to you. Because of this, you can be pretty certain you won't suffer any permanent injury as she's quite protective of you, but you're unsure about returning her affections as she doesn't seem to know her own strength. Still, you've been considering returning her flirtations. Maybe today is the day to do so. Still, you've got classes to begin.

You look over the girls, all at least a head taller than your five and a half feet and all definately more solidly built than your scrawny frame. Still, you manage to keep your cool, going to the front of the room and looking over all of the students. Despite your smallness of size, you have learned to command at least some attention by sheer **** of presence. You offer a very small and brittle smile.

"Welcome to my class," you say in carefully level tones, "now a couple of things before we get started. You know and I know that you don't need me teaching you this stuff if you actually want to learn it. I'm only here to make it easier and to grade papers. I don't take attendance, so it's up to you whether you want to actually come to class or not. You learn the material, you pass the tests, you get a good grade. You don't learn the material, you won't pass the tests, and you won't get a good grade."

You wait a moment for the looks of defiance and the attempts at intimidation. They come like clockwork and you drop the second bombshell.

"I've been beaten up by the student body before," you say without any change in tone, "and I doubt any of you could do anything to me that hasn't been done before. Furthermore, if you're failing, that won't change things. It'll just mean you'll have less opportunity to learn the material. If you're not interested, you might as well just go on out and find another way to occupy your time."

You stand behind your desk and wait a moment for the effect. You've tried this once and it's a good way to weed out those who actually want to learn from those who aren't interested. True, the refusal to be a submissive little toady might rub these girls the wrong way, but you decided a long time ago that you'd rather trick them into killing you than go down that road ever again.