"Teacherrrrrr!" a colt pointed a hoof at the ceiling. "Why does she get to pwn noobs when the rest of us have to draw flowers?"
Astronaut Twilight took a swig of her Mountain Dew before cramming a hoofful of Doritos into her mouth, raining crumbs down on the colt beneath her as she got another kill. She momentarily tore her gaze away from the $10,000 ultra-RGB gaming laptop that she'd had hidden in the ceiling tiles. "Am not, I'm playing a very educational game. I learn how to count, see?"
She tossed a grenade (in-game, of course) and waited a few seconds before a flash lit up her screen momentarily. "See? That right there lets me count up by threes! Three kills, six kills, nine kills, and--" her talking was momentarily cut off by the sounds of gunfire. "Fifteen!"
The colt counted with his hooves the best he could, given that fingers were not a horse kind of thing. "Wait, but that's not counting up by three with that last number!"
"Sounds like a you problem," Twilight returned her attention to pulverizing noobs before being unceremoniously swat with a broom by the teacher.