First Impressions

"Ms. Flicka," the professor glances over his bifocals, "Would you care to explain the equation to the class?"

He offers the chalk to me. I glance around, catching many eyes of strangers and only two of people I am familiar with. Standing up, I walk down past the many rows of seats to appear in front of Professor Mercy.

I smile, even though I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it's because everything is better, the way it's really supposed to be. Or maybe it's the fact that Professor Mercy has dandruff on his eyebrows. How do you get dandruff on your eyebrows anyway?

"Sure, why not?"