It's the coach!

In walks Coach Sasha... you stand there shocked, unsure what to do.
You had seen coach sasha around campus and she always had this high and mighty look to her. Her hair was usually done up and tight and always had this 'get-out-of-my-way' look to her.

You knew from seeing her at the games that she had a short temper.

"Uhh... uhh.. Coach Sasha... I can explain."

The fit 5-9 brunette stands glaring at you with her hands on her hips.

"Well. I'm waiting. You have 30 seconds, better make it good."