Let's go!

You knock on his door, but it's unlocked and partially open already, so your knocking sends it slowly swinging open with a very loud and drawn-out creaking sound. You wince. Inside, sitting in his chair, the 62 year old headmaster looks up from the papers on his desk and sizes you up. He has pure white hair, and a lot of loose skin around the neck, but he's not any more wrinkled than an average 40 year old, and seems to keep himself in quite good shape. He could totally beat you in an arm wrestle. As he sizes you up, his face gives no hint of expression. Yours gives a lot.

You shuffle into the room, and close the door quietly behind you. The carpet here's super soft looking, but you have shoes on, so you don't get the full pleasure of it. The walls of the large, high-ceiling room have eleven portraits on them, all of previous headmasters.

"I suppose I should be getting mine done soon." An airy, but deep and rumbling voice says. Oh, it's the headmaster's. He's looking along at all the paintings you were just staring at. "I won't be looking any younger before my retirement. Please, don't be afraid of me, have a seat." He waves his hand to the two chairs pulled up in front of the other side of his desk.

You have to **** your legs to move, but you manage it, as you pull yourself over to him and take your place in your seat. He joins his hands together and leans forward towards you, resting his elbows on the desk. "So, Debbie," he speaks in the same voice, friendly and old, but intimidating in its rumblings. "It's not often that we have a new teacher request a student aspirant, to which they have no relation, be given a scholarship. So, why don't you tell me about yourself, and why you should have it?"

Ben's teaching at this school?! Since when! Well, alright, you can't wait too long between his questions, so you answer with the first thing that comes to mind, which is....