(This is mostly based off my opinions of my own health teacher, who I view as a bit of a father figure!!)

That’s embarrassing, dad. Stop…

You, a freshmen (9th grade) in high school, had just started your first day! You noticed that your period 6A was health…not too bad. But you quickly noticed the last name was familiar. Mccutcheon. Why was it so familiar..? Oh, that’s right. Your father is a health/PE teacher. And now…he’s your teacher. Brown hair, the brown stubble, the glasses, the random black Nike hoodie he always wore with black shorts like he was a teen again. And don’t forget the black running shoes. Yeah, all black. Dear god, this class may be hell!!

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You walk into the room, half starving, since lunch in next period, only for Mr. Mccutcheon to immediately notice you, his only child, and waved happily toward you. A few other kids in class noticed this, but shrugged it off. Your class looks like a fever dream. Only a 20 kid class, but half of it is filled with popular pick me girls, while there’s four really annoying yet goofy boys, which are Mikey, Orlando, Brody, & Ashton. Anyways, getting off topic. Mr. Mccutcheon walks around and passes out a class syllabus to everyone. You don’t seem to notice the small note he wrote on your paper. Unfortunately, one of the popular girls, Maddie, notices it and walks over to your desk. She points at it and begins to giggle, only for the other girls to slowly follow along with her giggling too. But Mr. McCutcheon noticed. And he’s not happy that his kid’s getting laughed at.