Several long classes later...

You sit in a dull English class, listening to endless bullshit about a shitty poet. From what you've learnt, John Donne was known for his metaphors, exaggerations and humor, was an English poet and a very religious character, and was in fact one of the horniest fuckers in human existence. It seems his most famous poem was just "Hey, there's a flea, hence have sex with me" over and over again.

The speakers crackle to life, as the entire class looks up expectantly, eager that the horribly boring class has been interrupted. The voice of a middle-aged woman floods into the room.

"Good morning, students. I'd like to remind everyone that for free period, several clubs are recruiting. Ms Rose is taking try outs for Orchestra."

Lukas and Chris, the only two boys in the class let out a short wolf whistle, grinning.

"What?" you ask.

"Ms Rose is the sexiest teacher in the whole school, man. Big ass, giant tits, always wearing the sluttiest outfits," Lukas whispers to you. "Trust me, if you appreciate a nice view, you'll want to do orchestra. I do, and I love it."

"What instrument do you play?" you ask.

Lukas smiles and shrugs.

"I hold a flute for forty five minutes and pretend to blow into it. I don't play anything," he admits.

"We also have try-outs for the school play for anyone who'd like to pursue acting," the principle says.

"Pffh," Lukas says, leaning back in his seat.

"And finally, we have the school wrestling try outs, now a unisex team."

"I can imagine the benefits of wrestling around with sweaty girls," Chris grins.

"Thank you for listening, and please remember to pay attention during class."

The loudspeaker continues as you consign yourself to continuing to listen to this endless drivel. You sigh, continuing to listen.

You're know sure what happens, but you believe you fall into some sort of semi-coma for the rest of the class, because the next thing you notice is the ringing of the bell.

"Oh shit, cool!" you say. "It's free period, right?"

"Fucking hell, I thought you were dead," Lukas says, faking surprise. "Come on, let's go."

You stand up, quickly exiting the classroom before it can continue to drain any more of your soul, entering the hallway.

"So, Jack, where is it you're planning to spend the period? Do we have a musician, an actor or a wrestler?"