[Based on a moment from an interview I saw...]

You didn't think about it too much when you signed up for the class. Seeing the professor's numerous positive reviews and the title of the course sold you.

BITCH 101 had only one seat left for registration. How could you resist?

So here you are, sitting in a small third floor classroom, waiting for your first class of the semester. You're still unsure if this will be a feminism course, breaking down the politics behind the word "bitch", or if it will be teaching you to be a bitch yourself. Either way, it should be interesting... And it seems you will find out soon enough which it is, as the man you can only assume is the professor enters the room.

"Good morning,"

He takes out a whiteboard marker and begins writing on the board.

"and welcome to bitch 101. You can call me Pedro, I will be your professor for the course..."

He turns to the class.

"Now, how many of you read the syllabus?"

Syllabus?

A few people raise their hands. Shit... You decide to lie, raising your hand as well. With your incredible luck, Pedro points directly at you.

"No you didn't!"

How did he...

"None of you did. I didn't hand it out yet."

He says, producing a stack of papers from his bag. He seems sassy as he hands it out. It makes sense why he's teaching this.