ah... i've been remiss in posting a daily little blurb... and the last one i posted wasnt even up to my normal caliber, just a cut and paste of quiz results. fun quiz results, but still... not up to my normal standard of inane ramblings.
so... what have i been up to? oh, you think i've actually been doing work for once? haha. so wrong. i spent yesterday researching a legal matter, then staying up way too late because, well, i wasnt in the mood for sleep. *ahem* *blush*
anyway... class yesterday weirded me out just a little bit... erm... lemme start somewhere else. okay. so you know, all my life i've been hearing the stories about professors seducing their students, and exchanging sex for a better (or passing) grade... well. i'm not saying that happened to me. definitely not! but, i always thought that kind of thing was a lot more fiction than it was fact... until last night. I get to class early. I always do. i'm off work at 5:30, and class doesnt start til 6:30, and its only a 15 minute walk from my office. so i showed up early as usual. and the prof was there earlier than usual, and we got into a conversation about grants to write a decent geography text book. the picture of innocence right? right. except for one thing. the whole time he was talking to me, he never looked at my face ONCE. and i'm not talking about the whole looking in a completely opposite direction kinda thing. i'm talking about the staring directly at my chest and undressing it with his eyes kinda thing. i'm not entirely unaccustomed to that action, but i AM unaccustomed to that kind of blatant sexual tension being delivered by MY TEACHER (well, there was that once in high school... but... well nevermind. thats another story).
now, i like to be appreciated just as much as the next girl. more so even. but... there is something entirely disconcerting about a late 40's married professor undressing you with his eyes while you're having a detailed technical conversation about proposals and govt spending habits. especially when this is someone that you are relying on to teach you, and give you a fair grade. even if theres no ACTUAL intimidation, you feel intimidated. you get nervous. you wonder, if you say something, will he fail you? you wonder, if you dont say something, and you play into it, will he give you a better grade? you wonder, if you can ignore it, and pretend that hes not doing it, can you earn your grade on your own merit? well... lets just say thats an extremely uncomfortable place to be in...
me well, coward that i am, pretended to ignore it, but played into it just a little bit... smiling too much, laughing just slightly too loudly, shifting my stance just enough to make the right places jiggle a teensy bit, playing with my hair... not quite flirting mind you, but, definitely acting like a woman... he was so distracted that he kept talking even once class was supposed to have started. haha.
yes, i am a cruel bitch with a wicked sense of humor. but i figure, if he was gonna make me uncomfortable, i might as well return the favor. we'll see if he pulls that kinda thing again when i show up on monday in something a little more revealing.
gawd, i am a horrible horrible person... messing with a prof's head like that... i have no intention whatsoever of going anywhere near the guy... i mean... PLEASE! 40something, boring, bookish, very very overweight, married guy who probably doesnt get any from his wife anymore so imagines feeling up his students while hes talking to them... YUK. as long as hes just looking tho, i'm gonna use it to my advantage if i can. if hes smart (which he appears to be, being a teacher and all) look is all he'll try to do. any more than that, and i'm screaming bloody murder to the college board. i dont need an A in geography THAT bad. LOL.
yes... yes... i am in a rather wickedly evil mood today... hmmm... i wonder how that happened *evil grin*
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