Miss Thompson was going about her lesson and somewhat glaring around. A number of students were taking notes with pen and paper... others weren't taking any notes at all... obviously some were doodling, but Thompson was a little less annoyed about that. They were honing a craft after all... although she hoped Mr. O'brien would properly teach them perspective and proper technique... Their dedication to her lessons would surely show in their grading after all. However there were those who used laptops to take notes. She was sure that Miss Suzie up in front of the classroom like the good little noodle she was took notes incredibly efficiently... After all it wasn't like all the students were crowding to see what she was doing so it must not have been entertaining. It was those near the back with laptops she was pretty sure were on reddit or facebook or tictoc... Complete slackers... Yet she couldn't call them out on it without proof, and walking all the way back there every so often was just tiring... So she continued the lecture.
That was until she started to feel weak. It would happen now and then, but usually didn't last too long. It was strong this time though, and as she was speaking her voice felt hoarser. Her head slumped down on her desk as she was able to see her arms. Her wrinkles deepening and she could see the flesh on her arms were thinning... She was very concerned as it look like she was... wasting... away?... Whoever had changed her had probably tried increasing her age by about 10%, but when you were in your nineties it didn't many years to make things go badly. Students who had once joked about Thompson going senile decided they weren't going to joke about it anymore when the old woman started wasting away in front of them and ask "...where am I?" Thompson herself was only somewhat lucid... this was a classroom right? Didn't she teach? she regained a bit more lucidity quickly "What was the lesson for today?" she tried squinting at the papers as the text got harder and harder to read as cataracts were developing.
Miss Suzie got out of her seat and said "Someone call an Ambulance!" then got up to Thompson and asked "What's happening do you feel alright Ms. Thompson?"
Thompson squinted a bit harder and said "Ah... Miss Suzie... such a nice girl..." It was hard for Thompson to maintain lucidity. It took a little while for Thompson to regain lucidity, but when she did.