Liar
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Writing master degree exam papers (which is what I'll be doing this summer) requires the pairing of a student with a mentor teacher in the swedish uni system. I dunno how that works in other places, but here it means a close collaboration between the mentor (either a professor or a doctor at the institution) and a small group of 2 or 3 students writing theses in his field of expertise.
Today, I was at a party with the my group and two other bunches of rhethorics students, and got into a conversation with a student in my group. She's a sweet woman a little older then the majority of the class (which puts her in my age bracket I guess, I'm 30 where most of the bunch is 20 to 25), and a tad bit more grownup and controlled then the rest.
Or so I thought.
Over the fith glass of cheap white wine, she leans towards me and says "I think I may have to switch mentor. I think he has a conflict of interrest."
"How come?"
"Because,.. oh well, it's going to be official soon enough... I din't think he can be impartitial about my writings anymore."
"Why is that?"
"Because we're kind of a couple. Oh hell, let me be honest, we've been fucking like rabbits the past two weeks. In fact, he gave it to me regally in his office just before I came here tonight. My nipples still tingle."
...which is exactly when someone tripped over the power cord to the sound system, rendering complete scilence around us. Except for that entire line, which was heard by pretty much everyone in the room.
I've never seen so many heads turn and stare, nor I have I even seen anyone sport a full bloomed blush in less than 0.5 seconds before.
So I guess it's kind of official now.
Had no real purpose of writing this. Just thought it was a cute story. Have a nice day.
Today, I was at a party with the my group and two other bunches of rhethorics students, and got into a conversation with a student in my group. She's a sweet woman a little older then the majority of the class (which puts her in my age bracket I guess, I'm 30 where most of the bunch is 20 to 25), and a tad bit more grownup and controlled then the rest.
Or so I thought.
Over the fith glass of cheap white wine, she leans towards me and says "I think I may have to switch mentor. I think he has a conflict of interrest."
"How come?"
"Because,.. oh well, it's going to be official soon enough... I din't think he can be impartitial about my writings anymore."
"Why is that?"
"Because we're kind of a couple. Oh hell, let me be honest, we've been fucking like rabbits the past two weeks. In fact, he gave it to me regally in his office just before I came here tonight. My nipples still tingle."
...which is exactly when someone tripped over the power cord to the sound system, rendering complete scilence around us. Except for that entire line, which was heard by pretty much everyone in the room.
I've never seen so many heads turn and stare, nor I have I even seen anyone sport a full bloomed blush in less than 0.5 seconds before.
So I guess it's kind of official now.
Had no real purpose of writing this. Just thought it was a cute story. Have a nice day.
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When you run with it will your story be in the mature category or will you branch out to the Survivor contest?
