[ WP ] Lucifer , the fallen Angel , is sent to the mortal world as a punishment in the form of a 2nd grade teacher . Narrate a typical classroom situation .

`` For thousands of years I have delighted in the torture and anguish but now I know the true meaning of hell...'' 
 
 A spacious classroom with hand drawn pictures and scattered building blocks came into focus as a teacher sat at his desk holding his head in exhaustion. This dapper school teacher worse a blue pinstripe dress shirt along with a navy blue sweater vest. To compliment his attire he had on a pair of sharp black glasses that went along with his well groomed chin beard. He stared forward at the sea of small desks and chairs all faced at him. With a slow and introspective gaze out the open window, the teacher took a sip from his coffee and braced himself for the day. A soft bell rang from the speaker fixed in the corner of the classroom and with it came the increasing pitter-patter of small feet heading toward their respective rooms. 
 
 `` Show time.'' He said glancing at his watch and followed it up with another sip of coffee. 
 
 The open door became filled with a horde of second graders all racing to place their coats and other personal belongings in their cubbies. After that was done the children walked slowly to their desks and sat in silence, staring intently at the teacher as if they were waiting for him to initiate the day. The teacher took his focus from the window to the students lying in wait, he took a final sip from his cup and stood up to address the class. 
 
 `` Good morning class.'' The second grade teacher begrudgingly said with disinterest painted across his face. 
 
 `` Good morning Mr. Seaford.'' A range of voices responded in unision. 
 
 `` Alright class, today we will be talking about plants. Can anyone tell me what they know about plants?'' Mr. Seaford questioned, turning his back to the class as he drew a crude sketch of a plant on the whiteboard. 
 
 `` What's your first name, Mr. Seaford?'' A sandy blonde young boy wearing an orange collared shirt asked holding his hand in the air. 
 
 Laying his head on the whiteboard, Mr. Seaford gathered his composure and went to sit in his office chair in front of his computer. He stared at the boy who asked the question and removed his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. Under his breath he muttered. 
 
 `` Why God me?'' 
 
 A loud'aww' erupted from the students as they heard his quiet remark. Many of them covered their ears in fear. 
 
 `` Mr. Seaford, my mom said that you should n't take the name of the lord in vain.'' Spoke a girl standing behind her desk in a pink dress who holding one hand on her hip while the other was pointed at the teacher. 
 
 Mr. Seaford loomed over his desk with both hands planted on his calendar mat. 
 
 `` Listen here Jennifer, has your mother ever told you that pointing at people is rude. And I was n't taking his name in *vain*, I was having an actual conversation with the guy. You know we used to be really good friends but then... but then I messed up. And Jeffrey my first name is Lou.'' Mr. Seaford's demeanor went from retaliative to remorseful as he sunk back in his chair taking a large gulp of his coffee and gazing out the window. 
 
 The class fell silent as they looked on the face of a defeated man who usually held a plethora of witty remarks that made their day. The students looked amongst themselves, looking for a solution to bring joy to their teacher. Jennifer and Jeffrey were the first to stand up as the rest followed by example. They surrounded Lou's desk with smiles of inspiration, Mr. Seaford looked at his students in confusion as they gazed upon him in his time of weakness. Jennifer walked around his desk and held her hand offering a piece of candy in order to cheer up her teacher. 
 
 `` It's okay maybe God will forgive you and you can be friends again.'' She said as Lou took the piece of candy and ate it. 
 
 Lou leaned back in chair and began to laugh as the rest of the kids beamed with happiness as they succeeded in bringing a smile to their favorite teacher.
