Did you see that new pirate movie? It's rated Aargh.
Stop me if you've heard this before but I am in love with my sociology teacher.
It all started the second day of school when I made the incredible mistake of letting Sam sit in on my class with me. The entire first half she sat quietly (a miracle in itself) with her eyebrows wrinkled in concentration, staring very seriously at my new professor. Not one to complain, because undoubtedly the view was great from where we were sitting, but it seemed very out of character for loud, obnoxious, absolutely no quiet voice at all, Sam.
Then suddenly the mysterious magic of the moment was ruined when she started to grin wildly. "Hey," she said in a normal conversation tone while the rest of the silent room was listening patiently to the usual 1st day of class schpiel. "Does he look like a pirate to you?"
Now, if it hasn't become obvious already, I've known Sam since the uterus and have learned to adapt to her complete lack of inner filter and respect for strangers. But even as I started apologizing to the shocked freshmen staring at us from every angle, I burst out laughing. Which only interupted the class further as even my sexy professor turned to give me an odd look.
Holy shit! He really did look like a pirate!
This is the part where I moonishly describe my hot pirate professor. Brace yourselves, people. He has long dark hair always swept back in a sort of loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. He has a sort of Johnny Depp look to him and is always wearing a close-fitting white Oxford thats roguishly unbuttoned at the neck and cuffs and has got this sort of cronic sexy 5 o'clock shadow going on. It's scruffy and so sexy and who wouldn't want to have a sociology professor that you could stare at for the rest of your life?!
So it's almost two weeks in and I can't stop imagining him in hot little pirate outfits during class. It's kind of disturbing but has made the whole subject of sociology vastly more entertaining. Tomorrow I've decided to move on to kilts. I'm going to completely ignore whatever gibberish he's lecturing on and sit contently picturing him shirtless and kilted. That is my entire agenda for class tomorrow. A good agenda if I do say so myself.
The BOSS says I should pull an Indiana Jones and write I love you on my eyelids before I go to class. While seriously considering going in for extra help in some area or another, I highly doubt I'll resort to this. Sam on the otherhand wants to leave a sexy message on his answering machine at school about pirates and their "sabers."
Either way, sociology has become my new favorite subject.
I may have to see what he'll accept for extra credit...
It all started the second day of school when I made the incredible mistake of letting Sam sit in on my class with me. The entire first half she sat quietly (a miracle in itself) with her eyebrows wrinkled in concentration, staring very seriously at my new professor. Not one to complain, because undoubtedly the view was great from where we were sitting, but it seemed very out of character for loud, obnoxious, absolutely no quiet voice at all, Sam.
Then suddenly the mysterious magic of the moment was ruined when she started to grin wildly. "Hey," she said in a normal conversation tone while the rest of the silent room was listening patiently to the usual 1st day of class schpiel. "Does he look like a pirate to you?"
Now, if it hasn't become obvious already, I've known Sam since the uterus and have learned to adapt to her complete lack of inner filter and respect for strangers. But even as I started apologizing to the shocked freshmen staring at us from every angle, I burst out laughing. Which only interupted the class further as even my sexy professor turned to give me an odd look.
Holy shit! He really did look like a pirate!
This is the part where I moonishly describe my hot pirate professor. Brace yourselves, people. He has long dark hair always swept back in a sort of loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. He has a sort of Johnny Depp look to him and is always wearing a close-fitting white Oxford thats roguishly unbuttoned at the neck and cuffs and has got this sort of cronic sexy 5 o'clock shadow going on. It's scruffy and so sexy and who wouldn't want to have a sociology professor that you could stare at for the rest of your life?!
So it's almost two weeks in and I can't stop imagining him in hot little pirate outfits during class. It's kind of disturbing but has made the whole subject of sociology vastly more entertaining. Tomorrow I've decided to move on to kilts. I'm going to completely ignore whatever gibberish he's lecturing on and sit contently picturing him shirtless and kilted. That is my entire agenda for class tomorrow. A good agenda if I do say so myself.
The BOSS says I should pull an Indiana Jones and write I love you on my eyelids before I go to class. While seriously considering going in for extra help in some area or another, I highly doubt I'll resort to this. Sam on the otherhand wants to leave a sexy message on his answering machine at school about pirates and their "sabers."
Either way, sociology has become my new favorite subject.
I may have to see what he'll accept for extra credit...
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