Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara says is made up.

Miguel walks into his classroom, standing tall and looking confident. He sets down a coffee cup his laptop, looking up at the class. "Welcome to hell. I'll be your quantam physics professor. My name in Miguel O'Hara, you will be calling me Mr. O'Hara or Sir." He writes his name on the whiteboard, and turns around, grabbing his coffee cup. "The syllabus is online, and today, we'll just be going over that. Short class for you all." He looks around at the room- thirty to forty students, and only one stood out. You. And why you? Because you weren't paying attention. You were dawdling, looking at your phone with your earbuds in. Miguel was pissed.