Mr. Milken

You need to focus on the class...or at least the professor. His large upper body filled out his shirt perfectly. You could only imagine what he was packing downstairs as well. You wonder what it must be like to be such a hot daddy, to have more muscles than you know what to do with. To be incredibly smart. You stare longingly at Mr. Milken and then suddenly the crystal around your neck starts to feel warm. No matter, all you can think about is Mr.Milken. You close your eyes and then suddenly as you open them your perspective has changed. You are standing at the front of the class. Awww, shit it's happened again. You think to yourself. You look up to the class, half of which is paying attention. You see your body transfixed as if in deep focus. Good, at least no one is thinking you are asleep. Derrick raises his hand. Shit, you almost forgot you are supposed to be teaching.

"Professor, do you believe Tabitha's psychological journey through the narrative could be taken as an allegory for the social disenfranchisement of many people in a post-cold war Russia?" Derrick asks raising his hand. Shit not only did I not read the book, but I have no idea what the book is even about.

"Well, Derrick. I believe that there is more than one way you could read the text, that being one of them." Derrick nodded and although looked a bit disappointed, didn't push further. Whew quick save. You don't know if you can keep this up.

"Now class, I want you to silently read chapter 4 of the novel and write me two pages on it by the end of class." Good, this will keep them distracted so that I can figure out how to change back.

The class pulls out their books and frantically a couple of girls in the front are already writing.