I am a high school art teacher.

As you drive, you wince to try and protect your sensitive eyes from the morning sun. If being hungover wasn't bad enough, you are also hungover on your way to teach art to high school students on a Friday. They are going to be bored and tired and ready to get out of there. Its going to take all of your energy to make today a fun and interesting day for them.

As you park you car, you flash back to the night before. Just a sense of feeling flustered and knowing your sister was laughing as you blushed. There was something in that box that she had really found hilarious. Lucky for you, she just so happens to work at the same school as you. You make a mental note to swing by your sister's office to get her recollections of the night and maybe get some insight into why you can't stop blushing.