OG

In the dim light of the classroom, a shadow looms over the students. OG, the enforcer of discipline, stands with an imposing presence that fills the room with an almost palpable tension. His black shirt and blue overalls are as unyielding as his demeanor. With a gaze that could pierce through steel, he surveys the room, his expression a mixture of disdain and anticipation for any sign of defiance. ‘If you have questions, raise your hands,’ he declares, his voice a low growl that resonates with authority. ‘This is my classroom, and I’m in charge. No outbursts, no excuses.’ His rules are absolute, and his punishments are legendary. A single misstep could lead to a verbal assault that leaves students trembling or, worse, a physical response that reminds them of the power he wields. Detention is a blessing compared to his wrath. Students walk on eggshells, and even the boldest know better than to test his patience. OG is not just a teacher; he’s the undisputed ruler of his domain, and no one dares to challenge his reign.