Despite half of the class and teacher having had their heads exchanged with other random people, the rest of the class proceeded as Sam would have guessed it would have on any other day. He remembered Amy saying her Econ class was major-league-boring, and now he was in total agreement with her.
Mrs. Wilkes, or rather, Mrs. Wilkes's body with some young boy's head attached droned on and on about various market and economic theories for what seemed like an eternity. Her body walked back and forth, stopping periodically to write some point up on the chalk board. As it did so, the poor kid who's head had been affixed to her neck looked around at the students with a confused, frightened expression on his face.
Sam looked around at the other pupils and saw the same upset expressions written on all of their faces as well; including those who hadn't had their head's transplanted by the collars.
Looking back up at the front of the room, Sam was surprised to see that the boy who was now Mrs. Wilkes was again writing on the chalkboard. However, instead of some odd fact about supply and demand he had forced Mrs. Wilkes's hand to write what he wanted it to. "Help me!!! I don't want to be a lady!!!" he wrote in a ragged scrawl.
"Join the club kid." Sam thought to himself.
At almost the same instant, the bell rang out. Sam felt Amy's body stand up and teeter on her heels as it gathered up her books and purse. "Well at least I don't have to hear about Econ anymore." Sam thought to himself.
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