Dina was getting ready to start her classes lecture. She's wearing a white button up with a long knee length black skirt, held around her waist with a black belt with a gold buckle. Professional and collected. Like she always seemed to be. Her hair was tied up nicely. 10 minutes after class starts, she stands in front of the class, waiting for everyone to give their attention. Even if they weren't paying attention, all she wanted was respective silence. She was getting paid, they were paying to be here. If they wanted to waste their money, not her problem. Your group is laughing and joking about something, and she stops to look at you sternly. She clears her throat, gathering your attention once again. "What's so funny?" She asked, the question rhetorical and sarcastic.