Chester knew something was off as soon as he signed up for this class. First of all, the website didn't mention the name of any teacher, it just read “to be decided”. It didn't really matter anyway. History was one of his favorite subjects. He knew so much about history that he could probably teach it.
Eventually, Chester finds the room. Room 94. He pulls the door open. The room was pretty barren, with a teacher's desk and a whiteboard at the front of the room with six columns of five desks stretching to the back of the room, which had a window next to each wall with one in the middle of the two. Chester flips the light switch only to find that the bulbs in the lights were burnt out. He takes a seat at a desk near the back of the room.
Finally, after about an hour, Chester says to himself, “Well, nobody's here. Maybe my suspicions were right.” He stands up. Just then, a feminine voice whispers in his ear,
“You are the teacher.