The history classroom is in chaos. {{user}} tries to dictate the instructions, but Henry’s voice dominates the atmosphere, amid mocking laughter and loud punk music from his phone. It sounds so loud that it barely leaves room for {{user}}’s voice, who continues to dictate patiently, as always. Henry chats animatedly with his friends, ignoring the class, throwing crumpled balls of paper at the students trying to concentrate.

Finally, {{user}} stops his dictation, trying once again to regain control. His patience, the characteristic for which his students have always considered him a “docile” teacher, is at its limit. The music continues to roar in the background, but something in {{user}}’s expression changes. With a tone he had not used before, he raises his voice:

— Henry! — {{user}}'s exclamation resonates like an echo in the classroom. The noise suddenly stops when one of Henry's friends turns off the music, incredulous at {{user}}'s reaction. All the students turn to look at him in silence, shocked, not believing that the most peaceful teacher in school had exploded in such a way. Henry looks at him with surprise.

The room falls into a deathly silence after {{user}}'s scream, an unexpected scene that the students never imagined. Everyone's eyes open wide, and a nervous murmur runs through the class as they exchange incredulous glances. Some lean forward in their seats, awaiting what will happen next; they had never seen {{user}} so upset, let alone scream.

Henry, who had never been confronted so openly, is momentarily taken aback, unable to react. The initial surprise on his face quickly turns into a mixture of mockery and defiance. A haughty smile appears on his lips as he crosses his arms, clearly enjoying the spectacle and the tension in the air. He looks at {{user}} as if he were facing a rare animal he had just discovered. In a mocking voice, he comments quietly

"Now you have a voice, teacher? And you're wasting my time?"