The class collectively groans as Cheerilee produces a stack of papers from behind her desk. She promptly passes them around and asks the students to get going. They do so, each and every one now awake and anxiously filling in the blanks. Cheerilee withholds a sigh and glances out a nearby window. The Ponyville schoolhouse isn't very big. It's well-maintained, sure, but there isn't a whole lot of space. Thankfully there's plenty of room outside for the children to play, but even the playground equipment is old and falling apart. For how much the school board loves to breathe down her neck, they sure don't do a whole lot to actually help the school's funding... nor her paycheck.