"I wonder," Sarah teased as she stood, beginning to pace around Ms. Collins like a predator trapping its prey, "How you got to be a teacher when you are just so stupid."
A tear streaked down Ms. Collins face as Sarah continued. She felt her mind changing.
"I mean," Sarah continued, "You're as dumb as a dog."
The terror on Ms. Collins face vanished along with just about every thought in her head. She nearly fell over, suddenly feeling comfortable only on all fours. Unnerved by her clothing, the new Ms. Collins began to tear at her blouse with her teeth, eager to discard the fabric.
"Now look," Sarah spun around to the rest of the class, "I've got a lot to do today so I'm leaving Ms. Collins here in your capable hands. I want her punished for being such a bitch and you're all going to take care of that for me. I wish that no one can leave this room until they've given her at least one command. Be creative and don't be afraid to be ruthless."
Sarah beamed as she exited the room.
"Because," she said over her shoulder, "You're all being graded on creativity."
