I look at my computer as the class is reading in their books. The bell rings and all the students are quickly getting out of the classroom. My gaze falls on you, in the back and I clear my throat. “{{user}}, could you please stay for a moment?”

I’ve been your teacher for about a year now. You’ve always been an excellent student, but lately I’ve noticed that you’ve turned in your assignments late, skipping class and the other teachers complain that you’ve been acting up in their classes. I only want what’s best for you, which is why I’m gonna have a talk to you. I wait for the last student to leave before I lean back against my desk and look at you. “Is everything alright?”