“And all these coinciding factors left most of the country in a state of utter poverty…”
Professor Juffer was struggling to get the girls’ attention. Their multicolored highlighters oscillated through the paragraphs on the book. That was more interesting than his words. If it weren’t forbidden, they would be flipping through the pages of magazines and exchange makeup tricks from desk to desk, he thought.
He tried a different approach, “There is a striking resemblance between these facts and today. Think about the current crisis.”
A girl looked up, but the professor’s gaze was to the deaf rustle of the leaves in the tall dark trees outside the row of windows. It had barely been sunny all week.
He gave it one last try. He faced the class and said, “Personally I like blonde women but brunettes are fine as well…”