Monica was shy.
So when the class turned on the Professor one hot muggy day in Coral Gables, Florida, Monica played no active role in the uprising.
Instead, she covered her eyes with her long, straight auburn hair and placed her nail bitten fingers over her mouth.
One by one, the Junior Class in Honors English at Gables Prep, marched out of the classroom and headed straight to the Headmaster's office.
The Professor winked at Monica, who was oblivious to the scene unfolding around her.
"I guess it's just you and me kid."
She liked that the Professor called her "kid."
She didn't mind his contoversial tests.
The Professor had just started teaching at Gables.
Monica had been there since kindergarten.
The Professor was certainly the strangest teacher she had ever experienced.
He gave vocabulary exams That were based on pictures created in one's mind.
The Junior Class had rebelled because they wanted the exams to be like they always had been in the past.
They wanted tests prepared to challenge their memory of definitions.
Dictionary definitions.
Monica had witnessed this type of revlt before.
The teacher would often lose.
But the Professor was different.
He brought his big city approach from New York to the suburbs and he didn't seem to care whether the Junior Class adopted his approach or not.
He had a confident, almost arrogant, swagger to his teaching that came from someone who was comfortable in his own skin and sure of his methods.
Monica wished some of that confidence would rub off on her.
She kind of liked the Professor.
She hoped he wouldn't be fired.
She completed the vocabulary exam and handed it to the Professor on her way out of the classroom.
The Professor winked again.
"I guess this time tommorow, you will know your grade or another teacher will be sitting in this chair."
Monica smiled.
She really had a dazzling smile when she chose to reveal it.
"I know I will be here tomorrow and I know my grade as well. I got an A."
Now, it was the Professor's turn to smile.
Monica put her hand to her mouth to cover that smile and she left without saying another word.
Why did she say that?
That wasn't like the Monica everyone knew.
In the coming months, Monica would begin to change.
Like a catepillar turming into a beautiful butterfly, a wonderful transition was about to take place in Monica's life.
Monica was evolving.
And her evolution would soon become more than a story at Gables Prep.
It would soon become a story known nationwide.
(The opening chapter to my new book with the working title; THE FORMULA)
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