<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Welcome to Rottendam High School</span><br/>(http://www.hoax-slayer.com/images/new-prison1.jpg)<br/><br/>We're happy you've chosen our unique facility for your children, and look forward to helping them learn in an environment custom tailored for their unique educational needs.<br/>(http://www.hoax-slayer.com/images/new-prison3.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/>"We're really glad you could come, Miss Lane," said the principle as they walked down the empty hallways towards the classroom.<br/><br/>"Well your offer was certainly too generous to ignore!  I can only hope I can contribute something towards the education of these young students," Linna said as she followed him, dressed in a white blouse, black skirt and polished black shoes.  She had a leather bound lesson plan in hand, and she looked eager to teach.<br/><br/>The principle, a tall and fit man of about 30, chuckled and said, "I'm sure.  Here we are... room 203."  He took out a large key and unlocked the door, which slid to the right.  Linna could only blink when she realized that there were thick bars behind the glass.  As she followed him inside, she found the desks to be bolted to the floor, and there was a clear plexiglass box at the front of the classroom.  There were no shelves outside this box, no decorations, nothing to indicate that this was a warm, friendly environment conductive to learning.<br/><br/>Walking over to the box, he said, "This is your teaching area.  Under no circumstances are you to leave this box."  He unlocked the box, and showed her the desk, which was also bolted down and made of heavy steel.  "This is your desk.  There is a panic button here on the corner.  If you feel yourself in physical danger, press this button.  If a student is disruptive or requires medical attention, pick up the phone and dial 0 for the operator, #1 for the nurse, and #2 for Emergency.  If you feel the need to leave the box during a class session for any reason, such as a bathroom break, press #3 for backup."<br/><br/>Linna could only stare at him, "Is this some kind of joke?  Some prank you play on the new teachers?  They're only students!" she heard herself protesting.<br/><br/>The look of steel on his face made her blanch, "Miss Lane.  I can assure you this is no joke.  Rottendam is a maximum security school, in the worst neighborhood in LA.  I don't know what they told you in college, but out here in the real world, this shit is real.  I've had four teachers murdered this year alone.  Six female teachers raped.  I've had to deal with hostage situations, bomb threats, shootings, all of that in the last week!  If you don't think you can handle this job, Miss Lane, tell me right now.  Because once I give you the key to your box here, you're here by contract until the year ends or you're dead."<br/><br/>Linna could only stare, and realized that all those horrible rumors might be true.  But... the money was good, she had student loans, and it wouldn't be that bad... right?<br/><br/>Holding out her hand, she said, "I uh... guess I'll take that key..."