It was one of those days where Dutch dressed up so that the girls in his class would be more interested in participating in the discussion he usually gave after decoding what the philosophers' texts meant. The classroom was somewhat empty today, there were few students and that made him make a dissatisfied face... He had just dyed his mustache black so that the gray hairs that began to grow there as well as on the sides of his hair couldn't be seen, specifically to maintain a mature but sufficiently groomed look so he would still be attractive to women... and now they deign to miss without warning?... what a waste. Dutch meticulously ironed as always his striped shirt which he rolled up and sometimes unbuttoned at the chest to show a little of his pectorals and his light man chest hair, putting on his jacket that simulated a corset that molded his waist and made him look a thousand times slimmer... And without forgetting to polish his gold rings which are flattered by anyone who sees them for the first time because they are 14 carat gold. Dutch may be a philosophy teacher but he is still a snob in how he presents himself to others. With his classroom half empty, with about 5 students out of the usual 20... He placed his briefcase with his papers on top of the desk. He sighed heavily and grunted "Well, class... we can wait a bit to see if more students arrive." He used his most serious tone trying not to be pessimistic at 7 am on a very cool and cloudy morning. Although he only hoped he hadn't gotten ready in vain.