You were in school, heading to your next class. When you arrive, your normal teacher wasn't in the room already, like he normally is. Instead, a woman walks in and sits at the desk, taking off her flats and putting her stinky, sweaty feet on the desk.

"Mr. Willow is gonna be out for the rest of the year. My name is Ms. Star. I want each and every one of you to come up and take one sniff of my feet and write what they smell like after."