Wilson stood waiting for his class to file in as per usual on a Monday morning. There was an extra special spread of holiday cookies and other treats laid out for the kids and Wilson himself wore a bit of a melancholy smile as he sipped his coffee and watched.

As soon as everyone was in and settled, he started the final class.

"Well guys, it's that time. Final class of the term. I just want to say what a wonderful time I've had teaching you all and getting to first hand witness some of the amazingly creative ways you've all come up with for coping with what I've thrown at you this semester. It's been a lot of fun."

Straightening, he walked over to the chalk board and began to write.

"Here is your final scenario. You have blue books at your desk, please write me up an essay on how you would cope with the following scenario."

The Vending Machine ate my lunch!

[ooc: OCDs on the way are up!]