And there was I feeling bad for my minor sins of Encouraging the Abuse of Cocktails and for having spent last year being attracted to one of my male postgraduates.
last year being attracted to one of my male postgraduates.
O my god. Well, you've kept mum! Last year I got the wibbles every time a bloody undergraduate appeared in my field of vision. Didn't you ever hear me go on about Eager Boy? It was the bit of kneecap showing through his torn jeans that did me in. When he made contributions in seminar, I stopped hearing him, for f's sake, and just sort of stared and then had to go, "Oh, uh, interesting. Anyone else?" -- and avert my eyes speedily.
My lust diminished when he only got a 2.2 in his essay.
I do remember your naked, slavering knee-lust, now I come to think of it. You giant perv. (My graduate student was older and married, had this terribly attractive slight stammer, and clearly thought I was some kind of poetry-spouting Maud Gonne who had come to cheer his mid-life crisis.)
It's true, there is no more unerotic grade than a 2.2, somehow. An outright fail might mean he was a brilliant eccentric who drew flowers on his exam book, but you can't rationalise a 2.2 into anything interesting.
*laughs at your seminar distraction by Eager Knee*
of course i'm really happy for you. i remember the misery you went through at the beginning of the year and am glad you're starting off the school year with a bang!
i don't know what is a complicated hors d'oeuvre ... ! and what is cock shoe snooking?!
I know you are, sweetie, I was just snarking because I'm trying to finish a journal article I'm bored with. My own prose is making me itch.
The hors d'oeuvre in question was a kind of pate of mushroom and seaweed served inside another kind of mushroom, and served on large spoons by glamorous staff. There were also sorts of gazpacho of different colours served in test tubes.
To cock a snook at something means to sneer at it/be derisive about it. I think it originally meant making some kind of rude gesture, but I confined myself to eye-rollings at shop windows catering for the shoe fetishes of rich Parisiennes.
I'll think of it as mild revenge for those times when my academic-related mails have made you smile in delight that you gave up on the whole affair.
(The MA students in question are now busily combing every text on the rest of the course for references to cocktails. Am myself dreamily planning a graduate course on booze in literature, with Rochester, Hogg ... )
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A collegue revealed to me yesterday that she once accepted a porn video from two of her male students.
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She watched it, too.
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And there was I feeling bad for my minor sins of Encouraging the Abuse of Cocktails and for having spent last year being attracted to one of my male postgraduates.
He used to give me jellybeans.
It was all very sublimated.
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O my god. Well, you've kept mum! Last year I got the wibbles every time a bloody undergraduate appeared in my field of vision. Didn't you ever hear me go on about Eager Boy? It was the bit of kneecap showing through his torn jeans that did me in. When he made contributions in seminar, I stopped hearing him, for f's sake, and just sort of stared and then had to go, "Oh, uh, interesting. Anyone else?" -- and avert my eyes speedily.
My lust diminished when he only got a 2.2 in his essay.
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It's true, there is no more unerotic grade than a 2.2, somehow. An outright fail might mean he was a brilliant eccentric who drew flowers on his exam book, but you can't rationalise a 2.2 into anything interesting.
*laughs at your seminar distraction by Eager Knee*
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i don't know what is a complicated hors d'oeuvre ... ! and what is cock shoe snooking?!
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The hors d'oeuvre in question was a kind of pate of mushroom and seaweed served inside another kind of mushroom, and served on large spoons by glamorous staff. There were also sorts of gazpacho of different colours served in test tubes.
To cock a snook at something means to sneer at it/be derisive about it. I think it originally meant making some kind of rude gesture, but I confined myself to eye-rollings at shop windows catering for the shoe fetishes of rich Parisiennes.
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(The MA students in question are now busily combing every text on the rest of the course for references to cocktails. Am myself dreamily planning a graduate course on booze in literature, with Rochester, Hogg ... )
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