Your summer holidays ended, and you're back in college, and you expect to see your usual teachers.

Old and acquiring that usual male pattern baldness, or those stuck-up women who peaked in their younger days and are now cranky and stubborn.

You walk into your class, expecting Miss Kerr, but instead, you see someone else.

He looks dorky and awkward...

He's sitting behind the desk, focused on the computer screen. You can tell by the way he's sitting at the computer that he prefers writing.