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Lorelai grinned, “Oh, yeah. The old “teacher in the wrong room” test. Make sure we all really know our classes schedules?” She asked, teasingly. “Didn’t know they were still doing that. “

It was Lorelai’s turn to order and, stepping up, she quickly said, “Largest cup of coffee you have. Oh! And an order of fries.” The cashier gave her a look, but handed her an empty cup to fill up and her change. 

Lorelai went to fill up her coffee cup and when she got back to wait for her fries, Ted had already ordered and was waiting, too. 

But this was neither the time nor place-- Or was it?

"I myself have a pair of mighty fine cowboy boots at home," he tried to say nonchalantly. He was, after all, never one to brag. "I'm sure they made quite an impression on your daughter's principal." He paused then, considering what he'd just said. "Though you definitely don't look old enough to have a daughter. And you said she goes to Chilton? That's a high school. You're not old enough to have a daughter in high school! You adopted, right?"

But then it was the woman's turn to order. He chuckled as she asked for the largest cup of coffee they had and then, sadly, watched her go. He ordered a couple sandwiches-- he intended to take one home for Marshall --and then stepped off to the side to wait. .. And after a moment, the woman returned.

"Lorelai?" he grinned, nodding slightly. "That's an unusual name. I'm, of course, Professor Mosby." He leaned forward, slightly, in almost a kind of bow before adding, "Though I suppose you can call me Ted. Since you won't be taking my class this semester." He laughed a little then adding, "Though don't tell College Intelligence. They might strip me of my title."

And although Marshall wasn’t happy with Ted, he was happy with himself (even if seeing through Ted’s choice of words wasn’t the hardest thing in the world) and he smiled with the pleased sort of grin he got after he had “lawyered” someone. 

With this, he leaned back, his hands coming to rest behind his head with his fingers locked. "I think it was a pretty good first day, all things considered. And I made a pretty fine professor, if I do say so. Not to toot my own horn but my students love me." He grinned then, off into the distance, imaging how amazing Ted Mosby, Architecture Professor sounded and how happy his first day had made him.

That is... until Marshall caught on to the wrong room thing. Why did he even mention that in the first place? How could he not have realized Marshall would see right through that guise.

His hands slipped from behind his head and into his lap as he began to fidget. "Oh, uh, it's just some professors have been known to go into the wrong room on their first day of class. It especially happens to first time professors. It's not that unusual, really. It could happen to--" He stopped then, as he caught the look on Marshall's face. "Okay, fine. Yes, I went into the wrong classroom and started teaching. But it wasn't my fault! One of the students said they recently renamed some of the buildings. So, there. It could happen to anyone!"

Lorelai looked down at the crumbled piece of paper where she had jotted down her classroom information: Building 14, Room 7 for Economics 305. Rory had rolled her eyes at her mom and had told her that she needed to write everything down neatly somewhere and not on the back of a receipt from Al’s Pancake World that could easily be mistaken as trash. 

She was running late to the first class (unsurprisingly considering the kind of day she had had at the Inn. It was impossible to get away when they got busy. She had wondered about taking this class next semester when it would work a little better with her schedule, but she wanted to get her associate’s business degree as soon as possible, so she was determined to make it work). 

She was only a few minutes late for class, however, and when she snuck into the last row of the auditorium style classroom she realized that she probably hadn’t missed much - it didn’t look like the syllabi had even been handed out yet. 

"Can anyone here tell me what this class is really all about?" The Professor was asking. 

"Economics?" A student said, smirking. The class laughed. 

“Now, now … don’t laugh. He’s not … he’s not entirely wrong. An architect must be economical in his use of space, so … well done.”

Lorelai’s brow furrowed, slightly confused. Nudging the elbow of the girl next to her she asked, “Hey, is this Economics 305?” “Yeah. I think this professor’s in the wrong classroom, though, because he keeps going on about architecture.” "Oh, god. Isn’t anyone going to tell him?" "They’ve tried, but he’s not taking questions."

In the end, the only way the confused Professor Mosby realized that he was in the wrong room was when Professor Calzonetti finally showed up to teach Economics. 

Class was mostly uneventful after that. Professor Calzonetti knew his stuff, but he wasn’t nearly as passionate about his subject matter as Mosby had been and after a rather noteworthy beginning of class, Lorelai noted more than one student already dozing off to his lectures. 

And while she found the information helpful and interesting, it didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to make a beeline for the cafeteria as soon as class was over to grab a cup of coffee. 

It was late, after the evening classes, and although there was a slight rush in customers of students heading over the pub to get a late night snack, the place wasn’t overwhelming swamped with starving college kids as it usually was (not that Lorelai wouldn’t wait forever to get coffee if it was.)

He paused then, standing a little straighter before continuing. "The truth is I was just testing you all. Making sure you all do well under pressure. You know, that kind of thing. I hit a few other rooms after yours. I do undercover work for the college. Really secret stuff. I probably shouldn't even be talking to you." Ted looked around, cautiously, as though waiting to be caught at any moment.

"My name's Hamesh. Hamesh Agate. I'm from India. Professor Mosby is just my disguise." With a flick of his head, which Ted thought was very swave, he gave the woman before him another smile. And then, to add the cherry to the sundae of cool, he added:

Marshall had planned to have a semi-productive evening in while Ted was out teaching, but he ended up spending most of the time going around the apartment, accompanied by a singing narration of what he was doing — or what he planned on doing later.

Three hours later and all he had managed to do was make up a stack of awesome pancakes (which he had meant to save for Ted, but had ended up eating all of them himself) and watching a rerun of Woodworthy Manor on TV. 

He dropped his briefcase to the floor next to his favorite chair before settling himself into it. He set the stack of papers on the coffee table and then began to loosen his tie. He sighed loudly before continuing.

"They're assessments. To see what they all know. I mean, some of those kids didn't even look like they knew what the word architecture meant. I'd even say maybe they were even in the wrong classroom." Ted raised one finger as he gave Marshall a sideways glance, an eyebrow rising with his words. "Wouldn't that be embarrassing? Going to the wrong room on your first day? Who does that?"