Every Professor's Dilemna
Well I guess word’s been spreadin’ ‘round town about what happened to me, and people’s been askin’ questions. In perticular, students have been askin’ other faculty about my current bachelorhood status. This other professor told me the name of one of them students who was askin’ but said she had a boyfriend so it weren’t nothin’ like that.
Thing was, I knew all about that girl and her boyfriend. She’d been in my class last spring semester. She was the cutest little ball of sexual frustration who ever orally fixated her way through one o’ my lectures on titratin’. Horny in ways only 19 year old girls in the middle of nowhere can be horny. She was paintin’ a picture of me in her mind that the Good Lord himself couldn’ta lived up to. And tappin’ her fingernails sharply against the desk all through the semester cause it weren’t comin’ true. And that storm cloud of sexual frustration was darkenin’ her and all those around her.
Well the day I came back from spring break with a ring on my finger she let out a silent cataclysm across that entire classroom so deadly that her lab partner dropped and her friends quit comin’ to class ‘cause I could up and do somethin’ so harmful to her like that. But she stuck it out, and got herself a boyfriend not long after that, and maybe stopped tappin’ her fingernails in class as much as she used to.
I guess it didn’t take much more’n seein’ me walkin’ through the halls without that ring on my finger a few times to get her curious about it. I just hope she don’t do anything stupid. That boyfriend she’s got is a allright guy. He fixes the computers in the classrooms for me. An’ truth be told, there ain’t nothin’ I’ll ever give a 19 year old that’s worth dumpin’ a decent guy over.
It’s every professor’s dilemna. Just ‘cause he knows a coupla things that his students don’t, they turn him into a God. An’ there ain’t a man alive that don’t want to be viewed as God by a room full of nubile nineteen year olds. But is it worth ruinin’ a young woman’s life to taste that illusion? Probably not, but there’s been hundreds of professor’s before me that’s made that choice. A good portion of ‘em was puttin’ it to the only attractive females that major in things like chemical engineering when I was goin’ through school myself. Figure I got more right to it than any of them seein’ as how I ain’t got a wife and kids waitin’ at home for me. Or grandkids for that matter. I know it ain’t right, but if I’m honest about it, I have to admit my minds been lookin’ for some loophole that’d make it OK. But I’m a straight nail, so I reckon when it comes down to it, I’ll end up makin’ the right choice.
Thing was, I knew all about that girl and her boyfriend. She’d been in my class last spring semester. She was the cutest little ball of sexual frustration who ever orally fixated her way through one o’ my lectures on titratin’. Horny in ways only 19 year old girls in the middle of nowhere can be horny. She was paintin’ a picture of me in her mind that the Good Lord himself couldn’ta lived up to. And tappin’ her fingernails sharply against the desk all through the semester cause it weren’t comin’ true. And that storm cloud of sexual frustration was darkenin’ her and all those around her.
Well the day I came back from spring break with a ring on my finger she let out a silent cataclysm across that entire classroom so deadly that her lab partner dropped and her friends quit comin’ to class ‘cause I could up and do somethin’ so harmful to her like that. But she stuck it out, and got herself a boyfriend not long after that, and maybe stopped tappin’ her fingernails in class as much as she used to.
I guess it didn’t take much more’n seein’ me walkin’ through the halls without that ring on my finger a few times to get her curious about it. I just hope she don’t do anything stupid. That boyfriend she’s got is a allright guy. He fixes the computers in the classrooms for me. An’ truth be told, there ain’t nothin’ I’ll ever give a 19 year old that’s worth dumpin’ a decent guy over.
It’s every professor’s dilemna. Just ‘cause he knows a coupla things that his students don’t, they turn him into a God. An’ there ain’t a man alive that don’t want to be viewed as God by a room full of nubile nineteen year olds. But is it worth ruinin’ a young woman’s life to taste that illusion? Probably not, but there’s been hundreds of professor’s before me that’s made that choice. A good portion of ‘em was puttin’ it to the only attractive females that major in things like chemical engineering when I was goin’ through school myself. Figure I got more right to it than any of them seein’ as how I ain’t got a wife and kids waitin’ at home for me. Or grandkids for that matter. I know it ain’t right, but if I’m honest about it, I have to admit my minds been lookin’ for some loophole that’d make it OK. But I’m a straight nail, so I reckon when it comes down to it, I’ll end up makin’ the right choice.