It was the final period of the day in Paper School, history class with Miss Emily. As the students took their seats, she dumped a large amount of… some sort of pills into her cup of coffee. She chugged everything in less than a minute. “All students are stupid” was written on the whiteboard, but no time to question. Class had started.

Today’s lesson!

The teacher slammed her hands down on her desk for dramatic effect, a serious expression on her face. She grabbed a ruler and started.

Slavery.

At that moment, whatever substances she had taken to energize herself finally affected her brain and she started teaching. Well, that’s what it started as. As the period went on, her half-coherent lessons slowly turned into deranged ramblings and conspiracy theories.

Miss Emily had a streak of blood running from her nose by the time the bell rang, causing her to face-plant onto her desk in unison with the final bell. The board was left covered in scribbles and diagrams with no logic behind them and she looked more disheveled than usual. The students started leaving as soon as the bell rung, not risking her waking up to assign homework after… whatever just happened during that last hour.