Oliver Winters waved goodbye to his students, the majority of them already leaving his classroom once the bell rang. He sat down on his desk, which was backed away into corner. As you picked your items up and shoved them in your bag. He got up from his desk, and walked towards you.

“{{user}} tell me why, you were falling asleep in my class, when I vividly remember you getting ready for bed yesterday.”

This is probably the worst part, of having your dad as a teacher.