I'm sitting next to the Advisor, and he's just the next chair over on my right. We have finished our meals.
While he's talking to me, I realize, he loves me.
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
No Go, Part III
One of the group members during the session asked the English instructor, "Are you a friend of [Jae]'s?"
He replied, "I was her professor for two classes at [the community college]." Therefore avoiding any possible admission on his part. He reminded me of the clever Hillary Clinton. She can delicately dodge any question.
No, actually, we can't stand each other, I hear him say in the back of my mind.
He replied, "I was her professor for two classes at [the community college]." Therefore avoiding any possible admission on his part. He reminded me of the clever Hillary Clinton. She can delicately dodge any question.
No, actually, we can't stand each other, I hear him say in the back of my mind.
No Go, Part II
Harry comes up to me at the end of writers' group, hours after the English instructor left, and he says, "I know from your blog entries that [the English instructor] must be an outstanding teacher, and he is handsome too!"
I just nod my head, and smile.
I just nod my head, and smile.
No Go
The LSU Professor and I are talking about the possible and rumored sexual interaction between professors and students in their class.
"It's just not worth it," The LSU Professor says, and then he starts to laugh. "It's not like you can hide it from the rest of the class!"
I'm laughing too as he's making faces.
"It's just not worth it," The LSU Professor says, and then he starts to laugh. "It's not like you can hide it from the rest of the class!"
I'm laughing too as he's making faces.
Not On a First-Name Basis
I invited the English instructor to writers' group with the mindset that he wouldn't attend, either because he didn't have the free time or that he did have the free time, but would rather use it scrubbing the toilets, especially the bowl, which is everyone's favorite part.
Then Monday morning (of writers' group), the English instructor sends me an email, just as I'm heading out the door to attend, that he will come but only able to spend more or less an hour there. Was that okay?
I don't reply because I assume he's not coming or that he won't get the email in time to make any kind of difference. Like all his students, I have his cell phone number, but I've made a rule that I won't call him or leave him a TXT-message until we are at least on a first-name basis (isn't that polite? After all, what could be so important that I need to call him for?).
I show up to group early because I don't want the English instructor to arrive before I do, become discouraged because he doesn't know anyone, and then leave (even though, he's not coming at all, right?).
The English instructor pulls open the door a few minutes later.
"Everyone, this is Mr. [the English instructor]," I say to our little group.
"Call me [first name]," he says, obviously talking to everyone in the room, except me, of course. In one of the last classes in Engl 201A, a student referred to him by his first name. At first, I didn't know who she was talking about, and then seconds later, I realize that I'm instantaneously jealous. What kind of relationship do they have that she calls him by his nickname? What the hell!
Later, after the English instructor is gone, one of our group members commented that she was glad he had showed up, and how great it was that I called him by his last name, that "he deserves it."
Then Monday morning (of writers' group), the English instructor sends me an email, just as I'm heading out the door to attend, that he will come but only able to spend more or less an hour there. Was that okay?
I don't reply because I assume he's not coming or that he won't get the email in time to make any kind of difference. Like all his students, I have his cell phone number, but I've made a rule that I won't call him or leave him a TXT-message until we are at least on a first-name basis (isn't that polite? After all, what could be so important that I need to call him for?).
I show up to group early because I don't want the English instructor to arrive before I do, become discouraged because he doesn't know anyone, and then leave (even though, he's not coming at all, right?).
The English instructor pulls open the door a few minutes later.
"Everyone, this is Mr. [the English instructor]," I say to our little group.
"Call me [first name]," he says, obviously talking to everyone in the room, except me, of course. In one of the last classes in Engl 201A, a student referred to him by his first name. At first, I didn't know who she was talking about, and then seconds later, I realize that I'm instantaneously jealous. What kind of relationship do they have that she calls him by his nickname? What the hell!
Later, after the English instructor is gone, one of our group members commented that she was glad he had showed up, and how great it was that I called him by his last name, that "he deserves it."
Iris
"I must etch my name
in to the prow of the fated barge.
Only then may I ascend
the crucifix of my choice.
That is, unless He--"
--author: M.H.
An email to the English instructor, dated yesterday: "Please consider extensively and seriously of writing your ass off, getting some feedback and put together a collection of poems for publication--and keep at it until you do get published."
in to the prow of the fated barge.
Only then may I ascend
the crucifix of my choice.
That is, unless He--"
--author: M.H.
An email to the English instructor, dated yesterday: "Please consider extensively and seriously of writing your ass off, getting some feedback and put together a collection of poems for publication--and keep at it until you do get published."
Do Write
"Now, go home and write about this," The Advisor says as we are just finishing up lunch at a local German restaurant. He was referring to our conversation about his mother (who died from dementia), and my grandmother, who is still alive but ailing.
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