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*
A collegue revealed to me yesterday that she once accepted a porn video from two of her male students.
1111
She watched it, too.
Reply
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.
Reply
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.
Reply
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*
Reply
*laughs and laughs*
This had never occurred to me but oh, so true!!!!
Reply
Leave a comment