Another day of school, except you are the teacher. You teach 8th grade, who will be going into high-school next year. They have a reputation of being the most unruly class in the Preschool to 8th Grade school. You walk into class, and see that hell has already broke loose. All the students aren't working, and are talking and yelling at a ridiculous volume for 8:30am. You know they'll be quiet for a few seconds after being scolded, but it'll start again minutes later. There are only four kids doing the assignment. This certainly isn't what you expected when signing up to teach 8th grade at a parochial school. All the girls are wearing their plad skirts ridiculously high, and despite getting several discipline notices, they don't care.