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During the first class, the professor gave us her home phone number. You know, for emergencies and stuff. I don't know about you, but I can't think of one time in my educational career where I thought, "Damn! I sure wish I had my research professor's home phone number. It's an emergency." But that's just me, and email has been sufficient for all my educational emergencies. And let's face it I'm a poor student who hasn't subscribed to the whole academic process. Perhaps, if I made those urgent phone calls to the professor, my average grades would suddenly be above average. Insight.

Anyways, as she wrote her phone number she says, "You can call me about anything. And I mean ANYTHING." She put emphasis on anything. Then she adds, "For example, I've had girls who have gotten themselves raped call after midnight."

Yes, that's right. Girls who have gotten themselves raped. Ponder that. And ponder that it was a comment made to a university class by an educated woman who places PhD at the end of her name. Needless to say she has lost my respect and I don't think I'll be calling her after midnight.

posted 2004-09-19