From a teachers perspective.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters/ setting. I do however depict them how I like.
Warnings: Yada yada yada.
Bumble Bee is Karen.

Miss. Kelly waddled to her desk after her last class of the day had finally finished. She was exhausted and she needed coffee more than any other substance on the planet. Unfortunately those damn kids had finished it all. She would have to speak to Brother Blood about a separate coffee machine for the teachers. God knew they needed it.

She eyed her empty mug balefully, willing it to fill with the only thing that would keep her going. Sweet and beautiful caffeine. Of course, it didn't fill. Her only powers were turning into a duck and hammering math down the minds of the unsuspecting students.

Her students. Nothing made Louisa Kelly happier than complaining about things. Her students gave her ample opportunity to gripe as long as she wanted to. Although, the only person who would listen to her complain was her sister, who had no powers. That didn't matter; she needed to let it out somewhere.

She tried to give them a decent education, really she did. Louisa didn't like children and she absolutely loathed the uppity little snots that she taught here, but at least she tried to teach. The problem was that none of them let her do it. She would spend forty five minutes of HER life shoveling math into the minds of those cynical smart-asses and they wouldn't retain any of it. It caused the woman to question how much she wanted to teach here.

And each of the students was uniquely obnoxious in his or her (or its) own way.

There were those that didn't try. For example Bailey, Hank and Billy. They spent her entire class mouthing off. Billy once even engaged the class in a debate on the affects of Disney movies on the minds of the highly impressionable youth. During her class no less! It was an outrage. And everyone, even the normally good students, had gotten into it. (Except for Jinx, but she had spent the period cursing at Billy, which wasn't much better.)

Hank was absolutely hateful. Every single thing she taught the class he questioned the relevance of. It wasn't fair! She was teaching for the children's sake (loathsome as they all were) and he was disrupting the fragile balance of the classroom.

"Why do we need algebra? Are Earthlings so stupid that they need to put letters in number problems so that they can better understand it?

What's the point of geometry on a heist? Is knowing how to prove two angles congruent going to help us break in? Seriously?"

It was maddening.

And Bailey sat there spacing out the entire time! He was one of the upper classmen, but instead of disciplining the younger monstrosities he laughed at the chaos! His test results were scandalous, and he didn't seem to care. And all because he was some arrogant army brat.

Miss. Kelly's nephew Arthur was in the army, thank you very much. And Arthur certainly didn't spend his days not paying attention. He learned and he was successful and it was a pity that Bailey couldn't do the same.

Bailey replied that having a name like an aardvark from a children's television show tended to make one a pansy. He added that, Arthur probably spent most of his time begging the other recruits not to shove him into the toilet.

The nerve!

There were the students that did well in the class, but didn't really deserve to. Namely, Angel, Seymour, and Mikron.

Seymour was a very nice boy; he always came into the class with Jinx. They would both smile at her so nicely it almost made her stop hating kids. However, he would spend the class talking with someone or another and she couldn't prove it. She would hear his voice and turn around, but he would already be bending over a piece of paper, seemingly deep in thought.

She wanted to punish him, but he was always so kind and respectful to her that she couldn't.

Angel was a special case. She was always polite to Louisa, but the math teacher could see the contempt hidden behind her eyes. No matter how sweet Angel was to her Louisa always came out of conversations feeling disrespected and looked down upon. As much as Louisa wanted to fail her she couldn't. The girl always did well on tests.

Mikron was absolutely infuriating. It didn't matter to Louisa what his level of intellect was, he was still a child. Children were only good at doing what they were told. Or, that was all children should do. He was disrespectful and insolent. And he was always right. He would correct her problems in the middle of class and call her rude names, but only under his breath. He wasn't even worth attempting to assign a detention to because he would argue his way out of it.

And who really wanted to spend extra time the brat? Certainly not Louisa.

The rest came in a mixed group.

Baron was not accomplished at math and therefore never paid any attention in class. Well, Louisa assumed that he attempted to pay attention, but he would always get side tracked by something or another. He barely scraped by with a C.

Elliot was a monster. In the beginning when she had him he tried very hard to understand the material. It was endearing in a way. But around the middle of the year, something must have snapped. He began skipping classes or showing up and being a general nuisance. Elliot would teleport all about the room and make it impossible to teach.

It was such a shame because he had written her the sweetest poem earlier that year. Granted, she was too old for him, but it had been flattering.

Karen had been such a sweet girl. She always offered to help out after class, and she would come in just to talk to Louisa. Miss. Kelly had been happy to find someone else to complain to. But lately she had begun to get distant and spend more time with Brother Blood. It was a little bit insulting.

Jinx was a darling. She was courteous and intelligent. If only she didn't wear such outrageous clothing. And there was hair dye to fix that hair.

All in all, Miss. Kelly hated the children. A select few weren't as horrible as the rest, but it didn't really matter in the end. Louisa sighed into her empty mug. Maybe she would give her sister Sally a ring; she desperately needed the break after all.

She reached towards the telephone to find that its cord had been torn out of the wall and snapped.

Damn kids.