I went to an elite school on the east coast. Yes, an Ivy. I was majoring in Political Science and minoring in History [at the time]. The issue was that I had a bit of a social life as well and with the history minor could not keep up with the reading. What to do. Well, I started sitting in the front row of the auditorium and making sure that he noticed me. Use your imagination. I began leaving my name and number written on a little torn off piece of paper on my chair after class. It took a while but he finally called. I wanted to email him but thought it too, shall we say, student-like. I wanted him to know that I was not his "student."
He invited me to extended office hours and I made sure to wear something revealing. He had to know right away what I wanted. I made sure he did by the outfit, and by telling him that I had not read a single book for his class but was hoping for an A+. Anyway, I will not go into the details but there were several visits like this over the course of the semester. He gave me an A-, which was a little disappointing and not what we had silently agreed to. I felt used and, of course, angry, so I left his wife a note and he is now divorced. I feel bad for his kids, but he should not have taken advantage of a young woman.
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Off topic: I love the Design Complaints link to the right. One reason that I like the changes to format and appearance is that I try to imagine that the RGM is trying to tell us something. Is the background blood red because he's in a murderous rage or is it prep for Valentine's Day? Such thoughts suffice when I'm trying to avoid grading exams.
ReplyDeleteI Skyped with Cal yesterday. I used to chuckle because he would take the design complaints pretty hard, and I thought, "Who cares?"
DeleteNow that I've learned enough to mess with it, suddenly it's a knife to my heart!
Yesterday I had 2 emails that asked me to make the page look better on people's phones. Seriously.
I like the background. I sort of miss the "decaying storefront" logo, but this one's good too.
DeleteRGM, don't listen to what ANY of us say. You're the one doing the work. Make it look any way you want. Who the fuck complains anyway? What a bunch of dicks.
DeleteThe CM background is like the weather in many parts of the U.S.: if you don't like it, don't worry; it will change soon.
DeleteAs long as I can read it, I'm happy. And I know how to use both the Ctrl key and the + key.
DeleteFavorite comment so far:
ReplyDelete"I went to a big school in Philadelphia. I played basketball, which meant of course I barely studied at all. I hooked up with a professor while I was there, there was sex but mainly we just liked chillin' and relaxin' together. After a while, we got into a fight, a real big fight. It scared me, so I told my parents. My mom got scared, so she said told me I'd be moving with my aunt and my uncle in Bel Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and there was dice on the mirror. If anything, I would say the cab was rare, but I said Nah forget it, yo homes, to Bel Air."
A bit dated, but fun.
Back to work.
Ok, first: ewww.
ReplyDeleteBut now that I've got that out of the way, I'd suggest that a Gawker thread has about as much credibility as the site-that-shall-not-be-named. My guess is that this is the fevered fantasy of a gamergate troll.
This `hooking up' thing--what is it? And why does it never happen to me? They don't even try.
ReplyDeleteOh, maybe because 95% of the undergraduates I teach are male.
Or maybe because I always leave my office door open when students visit.
Anyway, Ms. Plentiful is a piece of work. "Unwritten agreement", hah! I would have loved to give her an F. And then she would report our "meetings" to my wife, and we would laugh at this snowflake loser together.
Yeah, it's as honest as a letter to Penthouse, but without any redeeming smut.
ReplyDeleteDo you suppose old Penthouse letters are in the Turnitin database? Then we could checK.
DeleteThe Penthouse letter was the first image that come to mind here, as well.
ReplyDelete55 year old hetero male here (the name "Harriet" stems from an old joke).
ReplyDeleteThe thought of "banging" our college women leaves me thinking "For the love of God, WHY? Today, I was on the treadmill next to a couple of them and listening to them talk for all of 5 minutes made my ears bleed.
The thought of spending my off time with an 18-20 year old makes me want to retch.
Note: this isn't a "kids of today" rant; we were just as bad 35 years ago. :-)
From reading the various Gawker posts, it appears to me that prof-student hookups are more heavily weighted towards small-campus+small-town type locales, where campus-housing-bars-restaurants are all within short distances of one another, facilitating after-hours prof-student social situations that eventually lead to some serious bangin'.
ReplyDeleteYeah, and Ms Plentiful? Sociopath.