>You are Anon
>It’s been a few week since you woke up on a grassy knoll seemingly in the middle of buttfuck nowhere
>The night before you had been hitting the drink really hard
>Ah Alcohol, your only true friend
>Anyway, you were getting trailing off now
>You were a very well known and respected individual in the academic world
>Several times published for ground breaking scientific discoveries
>Member of MENSA
>...And now what?
>A man stuck in a world full of colourful horses
>Most of them aren’t even very intelligent or engaging
>You really need to stop trailing off, for a genius you have an increasingly short attention span
>A pony by the name of Twilight Sparkle found you, staggering around like a drunken lout
>You were immediately taken before Celestia, the Princess/Goddess/Sunbutt of the realm
>After a very lengthy, and boring, conversation and deliberation, Celestia decided to allow you haven in her kingdom
>Under one condition...
>You went to Pony School and learned about their History and Culture
>The thought originally made you shudder
>You, one of the greatest geniuses to ever live
>Going to a school with colourful horses?
>However you saw no real alternative to this
>And now here you were, sitting in a class room listening to Cheerilee
>You, the man who spent literally decades studying the arts of
>Mathematics
>Science
>Philosophy
>And many more assorted fields
>Cheerilee was actually really smart compared to the norm of this world
>You only really liked her and Twilight Sparkle
 
 
>You are Cheerilee
>You’re teaching the class about basic Mathematics
>You notice Anon is paying absolutely no attention
>Not that you blame him
>You can tell by your brief one-on-one experience with him that he is much more intellectually superior to anypony you’ve ever met
>Oh no... You’ve forgotten what you were saying
“Uhh... So class, can anypony tell me what Ten plus Two is?”
>AppleBloom stuck her hoof up in the air
“Yes AppleBloom?”
>”Ah recon it is... Twenty?”
>You always knew AppleBloom, while very dexterous, wasn’t the sharpest plow on the farm.
“No, I’m sorry, that’s incorrect AppleBloom
>AppleBloom whispers to other CMC
>”Shoot, Ah guess we aren’t gunna get our cutie marks in Maths”
“Can anypony else answer this mathematical equation?”
>However just as you say that, you notice the bell ringing
“Oh, I think that’s all we have time for today. Okay Class, pack up and we’ll continue this tomorrow”
>Entire class packs up and begins to leave
“Hold on, I’d like to see you Anon”
>A few students stop by the door, with whispers of
>”Ooh, Anon is in trouble”
>Before filing out of the room.
 
>You are Anon
“Yes, Miss Cheerilee?”
>You wonder why she has held you back
>Surely she is not about to scold you for not paying attention to that Math lesson
>”I... Well, I feel really sorry, making you listen in on all these classes that you obviously don’t need”
>You’re shocked...
>A teacher that actually understands her students?
>”And I wouldn’t force you, except it’s been decreed by royal order that you must complete a full year of studies”
“I understand Miss Cheerilee, I really do”
>You can tell by the look on her face that she doesn’t believe what you are saying
>That she thinks you are just pretending to spare her feelings
“Just following orders, eh?”
>That last statement seemed to make the conversation awkward
>You’d think, from all your studies, you’d know how to conduct a good conversation
>But no, no matter how smart you were, you were still socially awkward
>After a short while Cheerilee broke the awkward silence
>“Well, I held you back with a proposal. If you could educate me some of your world’s knowledge, maybe I could request that the Princess allow me to tutor you, in private.”
>You were, at first, slightly surprised by this idea
>Why in all the seven circles of the inferno had you not thought of this?
>”I mean... If you don’t think it’s a good idea, then I won’t force you into it”
>Oh no no no, she’s gotten the wrong idea by your thoughtful silence
“No, of course I think it’s a great idea that will be mutually beneficial to both parties involved.”
>”Hm... Yes, mutually beneficial”
>Cheerilee seems distracted, her mind must be elsewhere
>You know that feel of your mind wandering off when you get bored
“Uhh... Miss Cheerilee?”
>”Oh, um, yes... That’s all Anon, have a nice afternoon”
>You leave the classroom, rather surprised, but happy, with the turn of events