a student's foot in my throat
If a hippie-looking student walked into my office barefoot, closed the door behind her, and announced that she would be willing to allow me to give her an A in the class, if I'd lick the dirt off the bottom of her foot. I'd be on my knees so fast, I'd bruise them. I'd shove her whole dirty blackened foot in mouth -- if she flexed her toes, you could see the outline in my throat. I spent seven years slaving away in grad school... and applied to dozens of faculty positions around the world, just as the recession hit, and managed to get accepted to ONE. And I'd risk it all -- I'd throw it away -- for this.
Does anyone else share this sort of desire?