Who actually likes English class?

I swirled around with embarrassment likely emblazoned on my face and looked at her. This time she did not laugh, she just looked at me with that "Boo-yah" face and smiled.

"I'll see you later," I said and walked out of the room as quickly as possible.

3:00. I had to face her. Even though I felt more scared to see her than I would be to lose a limb, it had to happen. She was a professor. Just that.

I walked into the little office on the third floor and there sat Evelyn, still wearing that sexy skirt and the revealing shirt that had caused me all these problems. I smiled. Or at least I tried to smile. From the look Evelyn gave me, I'm not totally sure what exactly my face looked like, but it was entertaining to say the least.

"Hey Michael. Come on in and sit down." I did of course. "So you have trouble with Chaucer," she said getting straight to the point.

"Yeah. Like I said earlier, I just can't see anything worth writing about when I read his stories." She looked at me for a moment.

"Michael," she said suddenly," have you ever seen a cross-dressing comedian?"

"Uhh..um..what?" I said in total confusion.

"Well have you?"

"Not that I can remember, and I feel like I would remember that" I laughed hesitantly 'What the fuck is going on?' I thought to myself.

"Now that's totally unacceptable. We'll have to watch it, you would really enjoy this guy. Or uh..well I guess girl is more appropriate," she smiled and turned to her computer. She opened up a video on youtube of what looked to be a 60 year old woman on a dark stage. 'What the hell?' I thought 'Was this already open, waiting for me?'

I couldn't really think about it at the time though because I have to admit, he was really funny. It was some British guy that I had never heard of before, but was obviously well known over seas. I watched him up on stage, a bit too closely actually.