Sitting patiently in your seat, you await the teacher's arrival. It’s already been twenty minutes past the beginning of class. Where could she be?

This class on pony history was something you looked forward to, but there was one factor that made it a miserable time. Pinkie, your desk neighbor, is busy babbling away about some party she threw for somepony.

She does this... Every. Fucking. Time.

You lost focus of the conversation ten minutes ago, but that doesn't stop her from continuing on. The doorknob begins to jiggle before reluctantly swinging open. Something was off; this wasn't your normal teacher. The light gray mare walks into the classroom and places her bag on the desk. She grabs a piece of chalk and begins writing her name on the board.

Derpy Hooves

"Hello class. My name is Ms. Hooves and I will be subbing for your teacher today."

Small murmurs begin to spread throughout the room, all pointing out one thing. She was cross-eyed. A few mares giggled at it as you throw them a glare. It was impolite to laugh at someone, regardless if they had a problem or not.

"Now, please open your textbooks to page three hundr-" Her sentence is cut off as a spitball hits her forehead. One of the stallions begins to throw paper balls at a mare as the two mares in the back begin talking again.

"Class, please! Settle down! We have a lesson to cover." The noise in the room increases to eleven as the deafening screams of students bounce throughout it. Ms. Hooves tries her best to try and calm the class, but receives no results. Tears fill her eyes as she runs out of the room. Shaking your head you turn to Pinkie who was now wear a grin so large, you were certain she was a cartoon character.

Before you can even stop her, she says it.

"I guess she couldn't control her pupils!"