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i have this problem of being starstruck when i see my professors walking around campus. i guess i've held the same notion of teachers sleeping at school since i was three. like today my human sexuality prof held the door open to me after the optional serial killer movie he showed after class and i managed a ridiculously meek 'thank you' that was 3 pitches above my usual tone. they're mini-celebrities in my head, mainly because i'm not physically capable of standing in front of 500 college kids and explaining what the dominatrix in the video was doing (applying nipple clamps, in case you were wondering).