9:25 a.m. - August 06, 2002
It's the professor and Mary Anne!
If you're in college now and watch your professor type on a laptop during a test, do you know there's a chance s/he is chatting, looking at porn, or filling out useless sex surveys to kill time?
Students are finishing up final exams; my T.A. is proctoring and I'm chilling.
I hate conclusions, farewells, hugs.
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Practical question:
Because I have had a relationship with a guy, am I obligated to share this with prospective females by the name of Marti who flirt and invite themselves over for breakfast and a ride to the university?
It's not a dilemma; it's simply a question of to divulge, or not to divulge. I'm for never divulging and pretending it never happened, but that is reductionism too far.
Sigh.
The things I think about.
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I'm achy horny.
Sigh.
The things I think about during tests.
Bad professor, bad!
