Jinked yourself.

You walk into classroom and you are immediately hit with a crash of noise. You look around to see the band room, only instead of your usual instruments, there are electric guitars, drum sets, keyboards, and every essential to a wannabe rock band. You see a young woman, probably 23, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, sitting and playing on one of the guitars. Unfortunately for your ears, she sucks. She turns her eyes on you and they widen. “Aren’t you a little old for high school?” You ask her. She gets up and walks over, embarrassed, “you can call me Miss Tiffany, and I’m your teacher for the rest of the semester.” You blush as you now realize she must be fresh out of college. “So, you sure you're qualified to teach a music class?” You ask, hinting at her previous display. She responds with, “Well, I’ll be honest here, I don’t know what I’m doing, I just really needed this job and the principal was so nice and” you cut her off with “hey I’m not that interested, just a little curious is all. She looks a little offended as you sit down. The rest of class rolls in and the Miss Tiffany begins talking to each student individually. As she makes her way over to you, you check out the rest of the class, you’ve got three girls and two other guys, with the girls all being bombshells and the poor guys look like wimps.

Finally, Miss Tiffany reaches you and asks about your previous experience with any musical instruments, to which you respond, “ yeah I can play guitar somewhat well” which is music in her ears. She grins and writes something down at her desk.