I walk past the board
I take my seat among the  hoard
They feast their eyes on the substitute teacher
Wishing to torture her like a wild creature
She stands firm with determined eyes
Like god looking down from the skies
She speaks in a firm yet gentle voice
She makes it seems that we have some choice
We don't really but at least there's an illusion
The students come to a conclusion
To not give her total hell
They can tell
That she does not take ****
And we respect that a little bit