This is a Part One of a story I wrote for my wife titled, ‘My Professor Rocks!’… Enjoy. [Mf]

Author's Note: This is the first time I've ever shared any of my writing with the public. If you enjoy this, please let me know and it will continue to post the remaining parts, thanks.

You are a young, intelligent Archeology graduate student. You have a very manageable two years of tutelage remaining before realizing the fruition of all your efforts in the form of legitimately endorsed eligibility for the Doctorate Individual Subject Assessment and Individual Thesis Layout, which is a graded and timed assessment requiring successful introduction of a newly developed hypothesis/theorem the correlates with your chosen field of study. Needless to say, the majority of time spent is consumed by a amorous devotion to the quest for a well deserved prefix of Dr. More often than not in an anxious state of mind, mentally shifting between an unavoidable fear so intense that your natural view of the world may become twisted into stress induced hallucinations and irrational phobias.