Ohh, geometry. It was easily Emmy's least favorite kind of math. All those damned pictures and shapes and graphs, ugh. It was all such tedious business. Solving for x or plugging numbers into equations, now that was easy. But trying to translate some godforsaken triangle? As much as Emmy excelled in her subject, she could agree with her students on one thing when it came to geometry.

It was stupid, and it was useless.

Of course, she would never actually say that out loud. As far as her students were concerned, Emmy was a die-hard geometry fanatic in her own quiet, teacherly way. As the teenagers of Carstairs Academy filed into her classroom, Emmy could immediately see who she may have trouble with during the course of the year. Some students looked enthusiastic - they were obviously the ones that math came easily for - and some dragged their feet in, nearly cringing as they sat down at their desks.

The wrong desks, Emmy noticed. Many had simply walked in, sat down, and started talking to their friends without noticing the assigned seating arrangement she'd placed on the overhead. The dark-haired woman stood up from her desk, stepping up to the front of the classroom. "Please find your seat according to the chart," Emmy called out, raising a brow at the groans she received in response. Certainly not an unexpected response, but not one she was very please with, either. Emmy waited patiently as the last few students trickled in, holding off until the final bell had rung before speaking.

"Good morning, I'm Ms. Radley," she started, her chestnut eyes flickering over the faces of her new pupils. "This is third period geometry, please check your schedules and make sure you're in the right class. You don't want to be that student who realizes they've been in the wrong classroom three days too late." The comment earned a few snickers, but it hadn't been a joke. It wouldn't have been the first time Emmy had seen something of the sort; there had been some very spacey students at her old school.

"Just a few quick class rules," Emmy continued, "you may chew gum as long as I don't see or hear it - or find it anywhere - I don't allow any drinks other than water, and you can eat as long as you don't leave a mess or cause a distraction. The bathroom pass is by the door, you don't need to announce it to the whole class when you have to go, just make sure I know that you're leaving." The young woman looked over at the humming overhead, reaching out to switch it off. "Hopefully you've all found your seats," she said. "If you can prove that you're capable of shutting up, then I'll let you choose your own seats later in the year, but for now, stick to your assigned seat."

She hated the whole 'beginning of the year' speech. It was so dull and repetitive - she wouldn't be surprised if everyone in the class had already heard it multiple times that day. Nonetheless, it was something that had to be said. "In my class, you raise your hand and wait to be called on when you have something to say, if you start shouting out without being called on, I have a nice new roll of duct tape sitting on my desk," Emmy warned, the vaguely mischievous smile not giving away whether or not she was actually only teasing.

"Most importantly, I do not tolerate any sort of disrespect towards myself or any students. That means that if I hear any sexist, racist, homophobic, or any other sort of rude or demeaning phrases, I will throw you out on your ass like that." Emmy snapped her fingers, sweeping the classroom with a warning glare. "It's not funny, it's not cool, it means you're an idiot who has no place in my classroom. I teach all sorts of students, and I don't want any of them to feel unwanted here." That, perhaps, was the only part of her obligatory speech that Emmy truly cared about; she heard kids say some of the most infuriating things in the hallways. How their parents let them get away with it, she had no idea.

After a brief mental run-through to make sure she had covered everything, Emmy clasped her hands together, offering her class a small smile. "Sorry about the long and boring speech, it's standard procedure," she explained. "Now that it's over, before we get into the numerical stuff, we're all going to give a quick little introduction. I'm sorry if it takes me a while to learn your name, and if I ever mispronounce it, feel free to politely correct me. So, let's just go in order, start with your first and last name, any nicknames you might go by, and tell us whatever you want to about yourself. Where you went to school before, what sports you play, what animals you have, anything. Go ahead and start," Emmy said, nodding her head towards the student closest to the door.