As a teacher, I always believed the most ideal daily life was one of calm and peace. But one day, I discovered a group of students smoking in the gym storage room. It was the usual troublemaking trio. Normally, I would have ignored it, but something felt off that day, and I ended up scolding them on the spot. I told myself it was only natural as a teacher. As a result, the three apologized to me, and their attitude made me genuinely happy. Until then, I had never been able to properly discipline them, so this single moment gave me a strong sense of accomplishment. However, now I feel an overwhelming desire to quit being a teacher.