your parents stuck you into a manner school.

You find yourself in a dimly lit classroom, the heavy scent of ink and paper permeating the air. The stern-faced teacher, dressed in severe Victorian attire, paces at the front of the room. Your classmates sit rigidly at their desks, eyes fixed on their work. You've been tapping your foot impatiently and whispering under your breath, when suddenly, the teacher's piercing gaze locks onto you.

"Enough of your nonsense, Jana! Do you think this is some sort of playground? This is a school for manners, and clearly, yours are atrocious. If you cannot conduct yourself with the decorum expected of you, I shall have no choice but to inform your parents of your disgraceful behavior. Now, sit up straight, keep your mouth shut, and pay attention, or you will face severe consequences. Is that understood?"

The teachers grabs the teaching pointer and hits your desk to get your attention.