- INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
A young and dashing professor, YUMA, 21 and built like a brick of marshmallow, stands poised over the computer monitor. He surveys the crowd with head tilted down and suspicious eyes leering forward. He looks ready to throw the microphone in his hand, but
- ut of annoyance or boredom, only time will tell.
The sea of faces stirs as they read the screen. Though he is young, the crowd is younger; they wear summer clothes and carry free notebooks, with pencils anywhere but the paper. He presses a key and the presentation on screen... CUTS TO: