Head of the class

Stepping back into the room, I checked the clock, and was horrified to see that I only had two minutes to get to my next class. No, I would not be late to another one! I rushed out into the main hall and nearly collided with another student. Fortunately, the next room was just one floor down, but I still needed to reach the nearest stairs while avoiding more collisions. However, my luck seemed to be changing; the route toward the steps was nearly clear. In a blur, I sped toward the landing, easily weaving between a few startled coeds. Then I began flying down steps.

Flying was an apt description since my skirt became nearly airborne on the way. With one hand on the rail, and the other clutching the bag over my shoulder, I had no way to negate the material's fluttering undulations, leaving everything below my waist completely exposed. As I descended, I left three more astonished students in my wake. At the bottom landing, I turned and burst into the next hallway, hopeful that I would avoid crashing into anyone. Fortunately, the area was clear. Just across the hall, I saw the elderly professor standing near the doorway, waiting for the last stragglers to come in. I started toward the class, but when he started to turn and pull the door closed, I shouted, "Wait!" For the moment, he paused to turn, and I slid past him into the room, deftly avoiding a collision. As he spun around bewildered, I hustled toward the first vacant seat, and this time I lowered myself without a wardrobe malfunction.

As the professor moved to the center whiteboard, he declared, "If you're that eager to be here, let's see what you've got." He held up a dry erase marker and motioned for me to come forward. Nervously, I stood up and hesitantly walked forward, knowing that I was now on the spot with the entire class watching. As I did, he moved the nearby panel to reveal an equation. "Please solve this, and show all your work," he explained. After he handed me the marker, he sat down beside the lectern. Approaching the board, I recognized the concept, but this problem was far more challenging than any I'd attempted before. I began to factor and reduce a portion of it, but soon I was stuck. After several seconds, I considered an alternate approach and reached for the eraser, but the professor interjected, "No need to hide that attempt. Use the space below." I speedily worked through another solution, bending down a bit more to show each line of work. This time, I got further, but again I was stumped.

As I pondered conceding, he hinted, "Can you find a way to join your approaches to reveal the solution?" After reviewing my first attempt, I spotted a common term which would let me combine both approaches. I rapidly listed the steps line by line, showing how each formula combined to reach a solution. With each new line, I bent over still further to write the symbols, and eventually I put my other hand on the bottom edge of the board to help steady myself. My work was now drawing oohs and aahs from the students behind me, and the professor voiced his encouragement. "You're almost there."

Finally, I stooped down to record the final answer at the very bottom of the whiteboard. As I let out a brief sigh, I arched my back, looked up and double-checked my steps one by one. While the rest of the class began to cheer and clap, the professor announced, "Beautiful work! You've revealed it, my dear." At that moment, it finally dawned on me that my continual bends had left me in a most provocative and revealing position, one which no doubt exposed my bare buttocks and lady parts in between to the entire class. I quickly stood up, turned and hurried back to my seat, blushing profusely.