Found students entertaining each other in one of the washrooms. It was actually visible through an outside window. I played spoilsport. 'Cuz I'm old and bitter.
That's great! I forgot about bathrooms -- I overheard someone in the handicapped stall way back when I was an undergrad. Instead of giving them privacy, I stomped to the door, opened and closed it, and the real moaning began. Then I laughed very loudly and left. Hee hee.
You're not allowed to fuck in the library unless you actually work there. At least that's what they told me.
I got more in the library than I got in my dorm.(I didn't get a lot EITHER place, to be fair.) But there was something about the smell of old paper that worked miracles on young, braless Philosophy majors.I married a Business major, though, and just celebrated our 23rd anniversary. We've NEVER done it in a library, although we did break in my office when I first got my current job. Too much info?
Psychology majors, when I was in school in the 70s. Crazzy times. But the library? I, too, married a Business major.
Frankly, this whole subject is disgusting. In the library? Gross.I'm no prude but this crosses the line. Faculty should not be bragging, confessing or encouraging this type of deviant library behavior. Totally inappropriate.Please confine your sexual escapades to the research laboratories.
This post reminds me of every single Medical Physics professor and grad student I've ever met.
A professor's office. Maybelle had a naughty streak.
I live up to my name.
The roof of my freshman dorm. It was cold. The gravel was uncomfortable, and bits of asphalt got stuck in my hair. But I married a naturalist, and we've been in some spectacular deserted canyons . . .
It's always in the details. Gravel. That took my breath away.
When I was a grad student, we had a flasher in the stacks of the library, which kind of put a damper on amorous activity. There was this weird alcove that had a wall covered in graffiti and beat poetry, though.
I studied at the library and got my bizness done the regular way, in the volleyball bus.
My son was conceived in my grad school office.
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