"The teacher claimed that only a blind or stupid person would hire me. So, Tarelkin, I found a stupid one! And in another world." I didn't want to be a curator! I was forced! Sent by mistake to a parallel world, to the Armour Academy, to be a lady teacher at the faculty of brides. And I am in my world - a student, a future psychologist. In which everything is very bad in her studies, the teachers hint at professional unsuitability. Tasks for the future: 1. Survive. 2. Give students from the faculty of brides a little brain. 3. Grow up (?) And more... Why does everyone think that I stick to this nasty prince, the director of the Academy?!