Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)After just two years as a history teacher, Ms. Monica Arianna thought she had it down. The kids loved her. The boys actually paid attention to her lessons, rather than her bulging E-cup breasts and flat stomach; and the girls accepted that she was no threat to the little beauty wars they waged among one another. Speaking of lessons, Monica took the heart everything she learned about the teenage mind and learning styles, combined it with what she remembered from her own days as a high school history student, and produced a lesson plan that adhered to the school board's guidelines and engaged her students. Combined with her youthful appearance, she made it seem as if she really were thier peer - just with a college degree and a teaching certificate. Then came The Girl.
The Girl was a brat, if ever Monica saw one. She was everything Monica hated in teenage girls: spoiled, vain, lazy, narcissistic, and egotistical. In her two years as a teacher, Monica had never given anyone anything lower than a C. C's were The Girl's average grade. Her second most common grade were Fs. The Girl's column in Monica's gradebook was littered with 0s. The Girl rarely completed her assignments, and her first history report was total rubbish. Although Monica couldn't prove it, it was obvious The Girl had pieced it together from several illegally uploaded reports off the internet, then punched it up with errors to make it seem written at the last minute (which it probably was). Yet whenever Monica handed The Girl back her homework, she was greeted with howls of protest. The Girl's performance on Monica's tests was atrocious - the parts of them she completed anyway. The Girl would loudly petition for more time when Monica ordered the students to hand in thier work. Then, of course, there was attendance: Monica was used to tardy students, but The Girl was habitually late. Whenever Monica would reprimand The Girl, she'd frantically start babbling off some story about what had delayed her. As if all that weren't enough, Monica had had to constantly interupt her lessons discipline The Girl. If she wasn't whispering and snickering loudly to her friends, she was glaring straight at Monica and outright mocking her. That last offense was only getting worse as the school year progressed.
Perhaps Monica could have forgiven The Girl if she were the product of a bad home environment, and/or suffered from an undiagnosed personality disorder. But from everything she observed - both inside and outside the classroom - and from what she gleaned from the other teachers, The Girl was just a normal teenage girl - albeit extremely spoiled, lazy, and egotistical. Most of the older teachers had just ignored The Girl, and given her enough points to stay eligable for extra-curricular activities. Monica showed no mercy. She was an honest teacher, and had never encountered any student she couldn't wring at least a B out of. Even the most hardened gangsters and rebels had thanked her for a great semester, come May. But The Girl was just impossible to get through to. Monica did not want to give into this bully, but niether did she want to flunk her first student. So she contacted The Girl's parents. It was time to get them to intervene. Monica was at her wit's end, and she couldn't manage The Girl on her own.
The Girl was a brat, if ever Monica saw one. She was everything Monica hated in teenage girls: spoiled, vain, lazy, narcissistic, and egotistical. In her two years as a teacher, Monica had never given anyone anything lower than a C. C's were The Girl's average grade. Her second most common grade were Fs. The Girl's column in Monica's gradebook was littered with 0s. The Girl rarely completed her assignments, and her first history report was total rubbish. Although Monica couldn't prove it, it was obvious The Girl had pieced it together from several illegally uploaded reports off the internet, then punched it up with errors to make it seem written at the last minute (which it probably was). Yet whenever Monica handed The Girl back her homework, she was greeted with howls of protest. The Girl's performance on Monica's tests was atrocious - the parts of them she completed anyway. The Girl would loudly petition for more time when Monica ordered the students to hand in thier work. Then, of course, there was attendance: Monica was used to tardy students, but The Girl was habitually late. Whenever Monica would reprimand The Girl, she'd frantically start babbling off some story about what had delayed her. As if all that weren't enough, Monica had had to constantly interupt her lessons discipline The Girl. If she wasn't whispering and snickering loudly to her friends, she was glaring straight at Monica and outright mocking her. That last offense was only getting worse as the school year progressed.
Perhaps Monica could have forgiven The Girl if she were the product of a bad home environment, and/or suffered from an undiagnosed personality disorder. But from everything she observed - both inside and outside the classroom - and from what she gleaned from the other teachers, The Girl was just a normal teenage girl - albeit extremely spoiled, lazy, and egotistical. Most of the older teachers had just ignored The Girl, and given her enough points to stay eligable for extra-curricular activities. Monica showed no mercy. She was an honest teacher, and had never encountered any student she couldn't wring at least a B out of. Even the most hardened gangsters and rebels had thanked her for a great semester, come May. But The Girl was just impossible to get through to. Monica did not want to give into this bully, but niether did she want to flunk her first student. So she contacted The Girl's parents. It was time to get them to intervene. Monica was at her wit's end, and she couldn't manage The Girl on her own.
