Brown, of course!

Thomas muddled behind the desk, spending a few moments watching the group of kids in the class groan and more than one looked on the verge of tears as the clock hands rolled past the 6, indicating that half the time was now over for the exam. He didn't envy them in the slightest, AP Calculus had never been one of his strongest classes when he was in school, and now from the grimaces on the faces of the kids in the room, quite a few were thinking the same thing.

His attention turned back to the papers in front of him and he brushed a strand of hair that dropped down in front of his face over his ear. It wasn't as long as Darlene's hair but it was still down to his neck, though he didn't quite see what the fuss was all about. When he came in that morning, a few of the people looked up as he checked his mailbox and the vice-principal, Jones, had just smiled and nodded his morning. The man was not known for making chit-chat with others so a smile and nod was the extent of a greeting. Still, as Thomas finished picking up his mail from the box, Jones came over and engaged him in a bit of talk about the morning schedules. It was more than a bit odd, if Thomas was being honest, but he still found it easier to talk with him.

After finishing the first two periods of English (and going over Beowulf, though how one could ever finish "going over" such a tome was beyond him), he found himself sitting in to cover for Gretchen Weaver, the AP Calc teacher who was on sabbatical (Some said being farmed out for potential retirement). He didn't hide his amusement, Gretchen was old enough to be one of the three people left in the school who had been present when he first started teaching several decades ago. From the snide comments of mummies and holy water around Halloween, he suspected that the scuttlebutt was alive and well among the students in her class.

Brushing another strand of hair from his face, Thomas absent-mindedly reached into the desk and after quietly pulling out a small band, quickly pulled his hair back and slipped the band on. It wasn't as long as Darlene's hair but it still rested neatly behind him, almost to a point where it seemed like he had a pony-tail, but Thomas just let it go. Plenty of men these days had long hair. Being a teacher at the school was one thing but he had tenure, they couldn't fire him. Besides, he mused as he turned his attention to the questionnaire, he was the only one who tolerated the original Old English version of Beowulf. State law required the district to teach it in both ways, he was the only one. Bam, bullet proof!

6.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT COLOR WOULD YOUR EYES BE?

He paused for a second before he glanced around at the room, in particular to the girls that were spread throughout the class. Quite a few were the obvious blonde hair/blue eye type. Fine, if you were like that, but not what he was looking for. Thomas then turned his attention to one girl in the front row, her brown hair done in a messy bun with a pencil barely holding things up. She was frazzled but he noticed her eyes. Just like his. Gender wouldn't change his eye color any more than it did his hair. If I were a girl, I would have brown eyes. I also wouldn't need glasses...

"Alright!" he called out as the bell rang a few moments later, much to the chagrin of the mass of students who collectively groaned. Thomas brushed the hair from the front of his face and blinked a few times as his vision was a little blurry but by the time the last student made her way up to him, his eyes were okay and he gave a knowing, sympathetic smile to the girl before the door closed behind her and left him in the room by himself. He finished gathering up the papers on the desk and started to reach for the pair of glasses sitting in front of him before he shook his head. "I better leave those there for Mr. Bachelor, he likes putting them there." Thomas wondered for the briefest of moments why the thought of him wearing glasses popped into his mind and then dismissed it as being a bit more tired than usual. Darlene's snoring had kept him up for quite some time the night before.

He turned off the lights after leaving the rest of the room clean and clear and made his way to the breakroom. It was a few more hours before the day would end and the prospect of having to grade more exams only made him pine more for a nice, quiet evening (or at least some sleep, not with a buzzsaw for a wife going off and off.)

"Long morning already?" He looked up as one of the other teachers, he believed her name was Maria, came in and sat down across from him with her lunch. "I swear, test times are a pain in the ass."

He laughed a little as he took out his salad and fruit for the day. "Had to cover Weaver's class."

Maria laughed as she munched on her noodle dish. "Had Taylor's. Between boys hitting puberty and girls not knowing makeup, I swear I could open a sex shop and no one would be the wiser." Mr. Taylor was the freshman biology teacher, Thomas definitely did not pity her at all. "Still, exams are exams." He laughed along with his friend's comments and the two of them quickly passed the lunch. Only when he said goodbye and walked to his classroom did he stop and wonder why he had talked with her and why he thought he didn't know her as well. Impossible, can't forget a best friend like that now, could he?

As he watched the students file into the room, he looked at the questionnaire and then turned his attention to the room as the bell rang.

7.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU LIKE MAKE UP?