You sit in silence, waiting for the teacher to organize the things.

You can feel the stares tearing into your soul from behind.  This will not be a good class to make friends in.

The teacher, however, begins her lecture by going through a large pull-down map of the world's climates.  You wonder how many people in your class would place Iran in Africa, given one of those maps.

The answer is 12.

The teacher itself is definately doing something for you, though.  You're not sure if it's the coke-bottle glasses, the soft features of her face or the fact that you're an emotional wreck clinging to any sign of human decency in a school that thrives on torment.

Did she just flash you a wink?

The End

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