"You wanted to see me?" You asked of Mrs. Brigsby as you stepped into her classroom.

    "There you are." She said as she got up from her desk and approached you. "Just the man I wanted to see."

    "I wanted to thank you personally." She went on to say, once she was standing before you. "I can't say how glad I am to see Jennifer with friends. She makes at least five students from my classes, that I know of, whose lives you've helped to turn around."

    "Just doing my job." Was your humble reply.

    "Nonsense." She said, unwilling to deny you any praise. "You really know what you're doing. From what I've heard, you even seem to know how to get into a girl's head... You're nothing like the guidance counselors that have preceded you, so long as I've been a teacher at this school."

    "It's really amazing." She added. "Is there some secret to it?"

    You shrugged you shoulders and said, "You might say that. I suppose I could share it with you: if you're willing to keep the knowledge of it to yourself, that is."

    "Of course." She readily agreed.

    "I'll need to sit down, first." You absently told her, as you made your way to the nearest desk. "That way I won't have to hold up my pants..."

    She found your comment odd, but she didn't say anything about it. She simply stood by and waited patiently while you took a seat.

    "Okay." You said, before looking up at her and instructing, "Now, watch."

    She didn't know what to expect, but there was no doubt that she was surprised by your transformation. Before her, where you, a man in their late thirties, had once been, there now sat a teenage girl wearing your ill-fitting clothes. She was made dumbstruck, speechless.

    Until she was struck by a thought, that is.

    "Wait..." She said, and peered at you more closely. "I've seen you somewhere before, haven't I?"

    "Perhaps." You said with a smile, as you held up your non-prescription glasses. "Officially, all of my classes are in special education. But I only sit down for one class, to keep up appearances. They assume I take other classes when I'm not there, and I don't get asked questions from the rest of the student body about what classes I take. It's pretty easy, so long as I don't get too attached to anyone. The only real time that I spend with the students, however, is during the lunch hour. I spend the rest of my time as you saw me before, since that's my job."

    "I see." She replied, before thoughtfully adding, "But wouldn't it be even easier to just be a student and work from that front?"

    "But then I'd be out of a job." You quipped. "I've got to make a living somehow, you know?"