The New Art Teacher

It's the first day of the new semester, and new college students, as well as returning ones walk this way and that, getting to their next class, or other business. One particular group of students began filing into an empty art room, chatting among themselves about various subjects, as they choose their seats. Five minutes later, although some are still chatting, the room slowly goes quiet, as the students begin to wonder why their teacher isn't there yet.
Finally, they begin to hear the *clickidy-clack* of high heels coming towards the room. A click of the door handle sounds, and the remaining few students still talking begin to quiet down, when they hear small gasps from some of the students, and look around to see why.
Coming through the door is a bombshell of a beauty. From head to toe, she looks more like she should be in a model magazine, with her fully defined hourglass figure, and breasts large enough to make any straight male stare, mouth agape.
"Good Morning, Class!" her lovely voice called out, and she smiled, a slight blush showing on her cheeks from all the students staring. She walked over to the whiteboard, picked up a blue whiteboard marker, and wrote down her name, announcing, "My name is Ms. Calloway, but you may call me Jessie, if you prefer."
She walked in front of her desk, and stopped at the center, facing her students and saying, "Now, if you'll please sit down in your chosen seats, class will begin." The students did as they were told, and she continued, "I must apologize for my lateness. It seems I still have yet to get used to this campus layout. With that said, I'll let you all know that this is my first year as a teacher, so any relevant advice you can give to better my skills at teaching will be considered and appreciated." As she looked about the room, noticing a few of the male students seeming to be about to spout out advice, she added, "The appropriate time to tell me will be after class. However," she looked at them all with an expression of warning, "any immoral or obscene suggestions will not be tolerated." A few male students looked a slight disappointed at that, and she let a small edge of a smile creep into her expression for a quick second, amused.
She sat up on her desk, crossed her legs, and leaned a slight forward, shoulders back, which made her chest look a slight bigger, purely by accident. "In this class, you will learn the basics, as well as more advanced techniques, of how to draw the human anatomy...everything from the face and ears, all the way to fingers and toes--and ofcourse, everything in between. Those of you that are uncomfortable with viewing male or female private parts may be excused from such lessons with no penalties to your grade. However, you will be given an alternative assignment of a similar subject.
The Rules of this class are like most any other class, but with a few exceptions. First and foremost, I ask that you keep an open mind to suggestions that would help you improve. Every artist--including the most profound and perfectionistic experts--always have something they can improve on, myself included. As such, you should never let your pride get the better of you.
Second Rule: bullying and putting others down, or even your own self, will not be tolerated. It is good to be humble, but belittling yourself or others will only hurt the one you belittle, and will only make yourself look like the rear end of a donkey...yes, that means you will look like an Ass.
All other rules will be displayed throughout the room. I encourage you to read them. If you have trouble understanding any of them, don't hesitate to ask. Remember: No question is too stupid to ask." While eyeing the certain few males that had been itching to ask her inappropriate questions before, she continued, "There are inappropriate ones, ofcourse, but never any stupid ones." She looked around the room, gazing for a slight second at every face, and said, "Now, are there any questions?" Every hand in the entire class instantly went straight up into the air. "Any questions that are appropriate and relevant to this class?" she added. Half of the class, mostly the males' hands, went down, and more disappointed expressions shown about the room.
She pointed her dainty finger at a male in the middle of the class, and said, "You with the short, black, spiky hair. Name?"
"Jordan," he said, blushing. "Miss, will you be modeling for us?" he asked, slightly nervous, but with a hint of daring in his voice.
"I'm sure you're probably all wondering this same question." Most of those whom had put their hands down nodded, and she explained, "Although it's obvious that I am certainly good looking, I am not allowed, by school policy, to pose or dress immodestly or naked for you. However, nothing in the rules disallows for simple modeling, such as hands, face, simple sitting or standing poses, fully clothed. So if ever there is a project that involves me as your model, do not expect any showing of the flesh, more so than you see me already wearing. Next question? Yes, you, with the pink bow in your hair. Name?"
"Cassie, Miss," she said. "Will any of us be modeling for the class?" She asked, blushing.
"The rules are the same for students, as for teachers, simply because I am not allowed to see any of you naked or dressed immodestly, just as you are not allowed to see me naked or dressed immodestly. All our models will be paid professionals, or volunteers not from this class that have given written consent. Also, our models will vary in size and shape, so do not expect the perfect looking model type that you see on tv. In this class, you will learn how to draw skinny, fat, and muscled males and females, both short and tall, as well, so do not think every model will be the same or similar. Next question?"

...The questions drove on, as the hour ticked by, until class was about to be over. Then, with five minutes to spare, she said, "Your first assignment is to find any and all of your recent drawings and sketches, as well as your best work, and to put them all into a folder, marked with your first and last name, and bring them to me. With these folders of artwork, I can assess how good most of you are, at the moment, and can therefore find out at what level I'll begin my teaching with this class. You are dismissed."