As Ms. Smith enters the classroom, you swear you hear the Bangles' song "Walk Like an Egyptian" playing in the distance somewhere.
Ms. Smith may have an English surname, but her appearance marks her as coming from Lebanon or Israel or Jordan or Egypt or...well, one of those countries in that part of the world. She has a face that isn't just pretty or cute...it's strikingly beautiful. Her brown eyes are infinitely deep, and she has an enigmatic smile on her face. All this is framed with dark, thick hair that falls loosely around her shoulders.
She strides to the front of the class with a measured pace, every muscle in her trim body under control, with her large, firm breasts reaching her destination a couple of seconds before she does.
She announces who she is as she writes her name on the board and turns around. That's when it happens.
You find yourself in a windy desert, sand blowing all around you. You look up and see a giant face looking down at you. The giant face is that of your new substitute teacher, but it's not attached to her body. You can barely see through the blowing sand the shape of a woman's torso attached to a lion's body. Your eyes are narrow slits as you try to see more detail, but to no avail.
Then, without warning, you find yourself in your homeroom again. You pat yourself down, expecting to find yourself covered with sand. But your clothes are the same as when you left your home this morning.
From the reaction of the other students in the class, you can tell they also has the same experience.
Ms. Smith gives you all that same little mysterious smile as she adds, "I see none of you has ever met a sphinx before."
Then, without further explanation, she begins calling roll.
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