Art teachers are better than you think

So today I start my new job. My new job as a teacher in high school. To be honest I am terrified. I know what high school kids are like I was one of them not that long ago. They were fuckers then and they are fuckers now. On a bright side it's art I'm teaching so it could be worse I suppose, I could be teaching maths or something I don't really know much about.
So my first hasn't been too bad my first 5 lessons have gone by rather quick and without any issues at all probably because they were mainly the lower years so they wouldn't really cause a problem for a teacher when they barely know how the school works it's when they get older I can't cope.
I'm just setting up for my last lesson of the day and I have the year 11's I can't wait to what sassy bitch I have in this class. Trust me when I say I can be just as ride back and not get into any trouble I will play the sass game with them if it means they do their work.
Everything is just as I remember it being when I was here, when I was in my last year. The girls skirts were no longer than the width of a belt their shirts barely done up enough to hide the lack of cleavage they have, ties undone, blazers over the arm thinking they were something that made the boys drool. Well it worked but not for me. Let's talk about the boys, their trousers round their asses, shirts untuked, no ties, looking scruffy but not as bad as the girls ever have done with their orange face and clumpy eyelashes. Ew. Why do girls think that looks good? Maybe I should buy them a new light bulb for their lamps?
Anyway let's get my year 11's started on their new project! Considering they are going to have a few to choose from for their gcse masterpiece!
I can hear them all chatting and shouting out side the class all lining up outside, I go and open the door and walk out looking at the scruffy and messy little shits in front of me.
" I am your new art teacher for your final year. My name is Mr Way and none of you are entering my classroom looking like that so sort yourselves out and quickly!" I spoke rather harshly down the line as I watched them fix ties and tuck shirts in. Except for one. Who stood at the end of the line with a black jacket on and the hood pulled up to cover, I'm assuming, his face, hands in pockets as though he clearly didn't hear what I asked.
As I let them all file in and I check their uniforms I stop this person on the end and ask them to remove the hood. My God am I glad I did.

AN: Sorry if you're reading this and it's making no sense I'm from the UK and don't know how theAmerican school systems work.
Also if you think this is alright let me know!
Please comment if I can make any improvements!!!

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