The recognition happened quickly. As I walked into office in a perfectly tailored Spring wardrobe of a dress shirt, tie, and heavy sweater, I was dressed for any weather. Turns out that my coworkers also felt that I was perfectly dressed to be a college professor. When I put on my reading glasses, it sealed the deal, I had missed my calling.

Now to determine what class I could teach. I felt, “Mid American History – Revolution to Reconstruction,” whereas my friends were split between Sociology and Geography. Well, one thing’s for certain, I don’t remember professors being quite this sexy (apologies to all professors reading this, I don’t mean you, because each and every one of you are just as sexy as me, peer reviews prove that).

Oh and a quick warning, this teacher’s so bright, you’re gonna need shades.