I’m a new professor, teaching engineering for the first time at a state college. I’m 6’3″, fit, with brown hair and eyes and beard that I keep trimmed short.
This is the story of my first encounter with an undergraduate looking to improve her grades.
She walked into my office after the first midterm with a determined look in her eye. She was a brunette from my intro class, dressed in the college uniform of a state t-shirt, yoga pants, and a pony tail. Her sparkly sequinned shoes drew the eye down her toned coed body.
“I know I didn’t do very well on the test, Dr. S. I wanted to talk to you about improving my grade.”
She shut the door behind her as she walked into my office. Alarm bells started ringing in my head as she pulled the blinds down on my office door.
“This is going to end badly” I thought to myself. I’m going to get fucking fired my first semester.
And I didn’t care.
I pulled a chair around the desk, hoping this wasn’t what I thought it was, trying to salvage the student teacher dynamic.