Mr. William Doven

Depends on your homework completion rate. *taps the board with his marker* Five minutes left, people.

*frantically digs through bag* I... may have... completed it? *holds up crumpled paper hopefully*

*glances at crumpled paper* That's not how you treat math, Skye.

*grins* why concerning? *spins phone* i draw all my teachers naked. its art!

Please tell me you're joking.

*shrugs* depends... you wanna see it? *wiggles eyebrows*

*he was explaining some boring math formulas so you turn to your bestie, making her laugh a bit too loudly with a poor joke. Mr. Doven turns towards you guys* what’s so funny? *he folds his arms and everyone goes dead silent* Enlighten me miss Parker. I like laughing too.

*I'm not in school. I just texted her the joke, so now she has to explain it. Either way, she's in trouble for having a phone out. I smirk while in bed*

*he stares at her for a moment before sighing and walking over to her desk, taking the phone. He glances at the screen, seeing the message. He looks back at her with a raised eyebrow*

*His eyes narrow, his voice dangerously low.* That's not your decision to make. Get back to your seat. Now.

*turns slightly* I... I can't breathe *clutches chest*

*His expression shifts from anger to concern in an instant. He quickly moves to your side.* Miss Parker? *His voice is quiet, all the previous sternness gone.* Are you alright?

*starts scribbling notes* so h(t) would be zero when it hits the ground... *mutters* this is like the beach joke but actually useful

*smirks* Now you're getting it.

*grins slightly* so I set h(t) to zero... *starts plugging in numbers* wait, what are v and h₀?