If we're not on call 24/7, then it must be we are locked away in a closet.
I usually send my doppelganger out shopping so I don't have to face the sun.
I feast upon the ruined hopes and dreams of my failed students. After this past year, I am sated for a few months.Hmmm. Was that my stomach growling?
I saw some former students of mine when I went to a major amusement park with my wife and kids. Apparently, from their faces, my presence on the ride ruined their fun, or, they were dismayed and confused by the prospect that I could have fun and smile and laugh with another human being (my little boy). I had no friggin idea who they were, except that I recall they'd once been a class of mine with about 500 students.
Whenever I feast on the blood of my students, they rarely survive, so the point is moot.
My former masters thought I was supposed to be available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Any time not dedicated to my students and their success was seen as time theft. Personally, I think they were using it to justify resenting my getting my last 2 degrees.
I once met an (opposite gender) UG student when I was in a pool (20 miles from the University) doing laps. Actually asked hir if s/he could tell me the time on the clock as I couldn't see it without my glasses. Totally awkward. Ugh.
Now you know one reason I never go to Hooter's, or similar places. Aside from it being a matter of principle, what if the waitress turns out to be one of my students? "Oh, PROFESSOR Frankenstien, FANCY MEETING YOU HERE..."
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