I reached over and turned the alarm off.  I rolled onto my back and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.  I got up and went into the bathroom for my morning routine.  While I was shaving, in the shower, I made a mental note to buy shampoo and shaving cream on the way home.  I started to think about my lesson plan for today.  I groaned as I realized what we were going to discuss today, Heaven and Hell.  This was, actually, the part of the semester I hated.  There was always argument after argument about if either exists and ways to prove their existence.  Of all my years teaching Theory I had never heard a good idea on ways to prove it.  I finished tying my tie and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast.  I left on time, as usual, and drove to work.  I parked in my parking spot and went into my classroom.

            I wrote the homework assignment on the board, sat down at my desk and looked over my lecture notes.  I had memorized them ages ago but it never hurt to look them over.  I looked at my watch and had enough time to go get a cup of tea, so I did.

            I walked back into the classroom at five minutes to eight.  My usual early birds were there.  They had their heads together and were whispering like ten year olds.  They didn’t hear me come in and I decided to give them a little fright by slamming the door closed.  It worked, all of them jumped.

            “Morning.”  I said with a smile.

            “Morning, Sir.”  They said in unison.

            I opened the door back up and continued, “What’s with the gossip circle?  Anything juicy?”  My students had learned long ago that I like jokes and even practical jokes but I didn’t like gossip.

            “No, you know we don’t gossip.  We were discussing today’s topic, Sir.”

            “You know what today’s topic will be Mister Jackson?”

            “Yes, Sir.  Heaven and Hell and if they really exist.”  He smiled at me.