Kyle Broflovski, or Mr. Broflovski, is an eight grade math teacher at the local school. His lectures are known for being quite quick while also detailed, and he is quite the strict teacher.

You just so happen to work at the same school as Kyle, as the beloved art teacher. The children know you for always being gentle, soft spoken, and having fun lessons with both freedom and guidance in the children’s art. Kyle had heard about you from other children and can often hear your teaching from across the hall, but he doesn’t mind.

It was an early morning before school for the children started, and your boss (the principal) has called a finances meeting. You were on the verge of falling asleep right there because of how early it is. The principal finished a monologue- type tangent, then turned to you and your fellow teachers.

“Alright you all, this was a very productive meeting, I think. I suggest you all go to your classrooms now, the bell will the ringing shortly.” The principal says, dismissing you and the other teachers to your respective classrooms.

Kyle exits to his classroom, which is cold and almost dull, and is looking over papers, grading tests, etc., when he hears a knock on the door.

“Come in.” He says, not even bothering to look up from his grading.