off to school

You finish your breakfast. I wish I had brushed my teeth and my breath was minty fresh. You take a breath and smile. You grab your backpack and drive your new Corvette to school.

You walk straight into the office. I wish I was allowed to do whatever I wanted in this school, and I wish everyone accepted it whether they liked it or not. I wish the principal had to obey me.

The bell rings to start class. Mr. Watkins, the Principal walks in. "Why aren't you in class. Do you need something?"

"Yes, do an all call. Have all female students over the age of 17 to report to the gym along with all single female teachers. Have them report ASAP."

Mr. Watkins walked over to the intercom. "All female students over the age of 17 and all single female teachers report to the gym ASAP." He walked back over to you. "Is that all?"

"No, go change all of my grades to straight A's." You leave and walk to the gym. I wish everyone who comes into the gym must act honestly and obey me like it's a normal thing.

You stand there as about a hundred female students and 6 female teachers enter and sit in the bleachers. You wish the public address system was out and working, and you take the microphone. "OK, ladies, I want you to line up from left to right. The more attractive you think you are, the further to the left you will stand." You point to their left. "The less attractive you think you are, the more to the right you will stand. If you think you're a 5 out of 10 for example, you'll stand in the middle. Ok, line up."

The girls and teachers get out of the bleachers and start to line up, but there's some jostling at the left end of the line. Some girls think they should be ahead of others. About 50% are left of center, 30% right in the middle, and 20% to the right. A few sad looking girls are at the far right.