Head back to class

You walk through the hallways back to class, until you manage to find your way to Math Class and hurry inside to take a seat at the back of class, where you'll be able to best maximize your grades by doodling stickmen, carving swastikas into tables and staring out the window.

You watch as the teacher walks into the class, an old, bespectacled man so old he can't even appreciate the endless supply of hot, young girls in front of him. He immediately grabs a piece of chalk, urging the class to settle down in a monotone voice as he began drawing numbers and symbols onto the board. For a brief moment you wondered if you'd went to the wrong class, before feeling a slight twinge of worry over your lack of knowledge, before falling back to indifference towards the whole shebang.

You lean back in your table, flipping open your textbook as you stare over to the side, where a leggy blonde has sat the wrong way and has her skirt ridden up, revealing a nice sight of her pale, fleshy thigh, the very bottom of her big meaty bum poking out. You watch as she leans back, getting a glance at her front, where the top buttons of her school blouse are unbuttoned, giving you a long, deep look at her cleavage, two massive melons contained by a white lace bra, a huge valley between them. You grin, knowing that you won't learn a single thing for the rest of class.