Truth be told, Amy didn't mind missing breakfast that much. After all, her first class of the day was going to be all about making food. Still, it kind of sucked, being hungry like that. It made it kind of hard to concentrate. Still, Amy was able to find her way to Bankley Hall, where her class was going to be held. She even managed to make it before class started, which was definitely good.
One thing that Amy noticed about the class was that there were no skinny people in there. Everyone clearly taste-tested their own food. Which of course, was only natural. But no one in class was as fat as the professor was. Their professor looked to be about in her early thirties, and was dressed in a white chef's coat that fit rather snugly on her. The professor's generous bust was easily outlined by the attire, and her pear-shaped hips and behind were covered by a long white skirt that matched the coat.
The professor wrote her name, Professor Rosemary on a white board in the front of the class, before turning and talking. It was the usual first day of class spiel, where she outlined what she was going to teach and what she expected from the students in turn. It was positively torturous, and Amy was regretting skipping breakfast more and more. Finally, the professor announced that they would begin their first cooking project right away. The lucky dish was going to be...
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