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balance out your history class load. How bad could it be?” As she hopped down, she turned and winked at Paul. “Take care sweetie, I’ll see you soon.”
    They walked out the door and Rachel started to giggle. She knew she just drove that guy crazy, and she loved it.
    “Rach do you have to tease him so much? You’re going to give him the wrong idea.”
    “He knows it is just harmless flirting, besides it will help build his ego. One day he will want to thank me for it. All men need that ego boost. I, being the wonderful person that I am, help them out.”
    “You’re a horrible tease you know that?”
    “Not all the time.” Rachel tried not to laugh as she continued but failed by the end of her sentence, “Hey, a girls got needs too.”
    Abby rolled her eyes at Rachel and then started to laugh. It wasn’t something she really wanted to think about. She was glad Rachel’s laughter was contagious and it kept her mind from thinking of what was to come.
    The class was, well, interesting to say the least. The professor was Mitchell Mallard, a man in his sixties that didn’t smile the whole class. He rarely even looked up from the overhead projector, his balding head gleaming from the light of it. His monotone voice was easy to loose track of if you had a mind that wondered like Rachel’s did. He was wearing an awful brown wool sport coat and had his glasses at the very tip of his nose. Rachel made several references to Mr. Rogers before she got distracted. It took only five minutes for her to find a cute guy in the class of forty or so students.
    The professor went over the syllabus slowly; at the top of it was printed in bold letters, “YOU WILL THINK FOR YOURSELF IN THIS CLASS.” He stated that it was his motto, as well as his job to make them use their own brain. Abby had to elbow Rachel three times to get her to stop flirting across the room and pay attention. Oh yes, Abby could tell this was going to be a real fun class .
    Before he dismissed them, he let them know in less than two weeks there would be a ten-page paper due on the adaptation of a Greek myth into a movie. They could use a movie as far back as the 1940s for the paper, but that a movie about the gods or goddesses didn’t count and would be an automatic F. Abby wanted to push Rachel over when she heard that. What was she going to write about for ten pages? That was a lot of fluff if she didn’t find a good idea. The teacher let class out five minuets early and Rachel could not say bye to Abby fast enough. She went straight for the guy she had been flirting with through class.
    She decided that she might as well head to American History class and be there early; it was in the next building and luckily she didn’t have to put her coat on for the walk. At least her classes were close together. Sometimes five minutes didn’t leave a lot of time to get from one class to another.
    When she got to her classroom, the door was open. The hall was empty inside, so she grabbed a seat in the fifth row. This should be the best place for her to force herself to pay attention. If she sat up front, she couldn’t fall asleep or get too lost in her own thoughts. The fifth row would be far enough back not to look like a know-it-all as well or get called on all the time to answer questions. As she pulled out her book, a pen and a notebook, a man came busting through the door into the lecture hall.
    “Ah! An early bird, how exciting?”
    Abby just smiled and nodded at him; well it seemed that someone had a large coffee or two before class today. He pulled a pile of papers out of his bag and handed her one, before setting the rest on a desk in the front row. It took her a moment to realize that he was the professor and not just another student. He looked to be in his mid thirties and was wearing jeans and a polo shirt. He gave the impression of more of a coach than he did a professor. Abby sighed as she started to look the papers over. Other students slowly started