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"Uuuh, yeah!" she squeals triumphantly. She stops waving her hand frantically for the teachers attention, adjusts her glasses, and puts forth her question.

"I was hoping you could elucidate us all on the fundamental signifigance of Ganesh's kharmic form of an elephant? What religious and social relevence does this symbolism present? In your own words?"

The professors' lips smack furiously in thought, "We--..." he stammers, "We were discussing the term paper."

"Yeah," she barks impatiently, "I know that."

"Well," he the poor old man continues, "I was still trying to answer the last question you had... but since you obviously want to move on I'll summarize briefly. You can use other 'non-conventional'--"

"Esoteric was the word I used."

"Y-... yes. Esoteric religious for discussion in your term paper. Satanism and wiccanism and stuff are all discussed in the text book. Uuuh, neo-paganism-..."

"NEO-PAGANISM is NOT a religion!" she cries, her pinched face tightening.

Fifty-eight students shift in their seats angrily. It's 8:00 A.M. on a sunday morning. Nobody's in a good mood.

Who is this girl? Where did she come from? And why the fuck is she asking all these pretentious and ridiculous questions so rudely?

I never found out. She left as quickly and as mysteriously as she arrived. She's not in any of my other classes, she never has been, she's like a goddamn ghost.

......and I want her body.