Life Lessons
✅ Loving Forever: A Story of a Beautiful Woman and Her Death
✅A Teacher’s Warning: Respect Your Students or Die
I was a professor at a university for over 30 years, and I loved my students, and often they loved my classes. Even if they didn’t care for my topics, they took me several times. I have a perfect score on RateMyProfessor.com. Many of them are my friends for life now.
✅#1 Rule of the Heart: Respect All Women!
All teachers have memories of that unique person who was the best student ever. I have one rule that I feel is sacred: never sleep with a student. Many of my female students tried to seduce me with nice gifts and sexy clothes and accidentally rubbed up against me. It never worked.
Then there was Sheila. That is not her real name, but she had an angelic spirit and the highest intellect ever. I feel blessed to have known her. She had one flaw, for she did poorly on tests. I do, too, so I never give tests. Instead, I gave longer research assignments, and she loved my classes.
She told me she needed to pass a class to graduate and that she worried she would fail. She wanted to be a lawyer one day.
She often came to my office to ask for advice on how to research better. | She was the most attractive student I ever had in multiple ways, and she overdressed for school like she was an executive. I respected that.
More importantly, she loved to read, write, and research. Indeed, she was an amazing scholar. Furthermore, I could tell she had a huge crush on me. Once, when I was looking at her paper, and she was sitting by my side in my office, I noticed that she wasn’t listening, just staring at me.
She was trying to smell me. She put her face inches from my face. I could sense she wanted to kiss me. She almost did. I cleared my throat, moved my face a safe distance away, and repeated my advice about how to revise the paper. She snapped out of it and nodded her head yes.
Then she said, “I have a confession to make. Can you shut the door?”
I did, and I thought she would tell me she loved me. Instead, she told me that another professor had sexually abused her. She didn’t report it because she needed to take that professor for more classes to graduate. I told her she needed to report this and that I would support her.
She looked down and started to cry. I reached over to hug her. Then the impossible happened, for she kissed me, and I was stunned. No student had ever kissed me. I know how to fight. I am Bruce Lee in my mind. I was shocked, and I told her in a stern voice that she would never kiss me again.
Sadly, she never pressed charges. A year passed, and I learned about a tragedy and closed my office door to cry, for Sheila had committed suicide. I called her brother, because he has been my student too, and I knew her family. Her brother confided in me that she started taking drugs to survive the stress of taking tests and overdosed.
I went to the funeral, and they asked me to speak, I accepted. I told them she was the best student I ever had and why. In my heart, I miss her so much, and I still visit her Facebook page and look at her pictures and tear up for this amazing, beautiful angel of light.
One day I was walking in the hallway and bumped into the professor she said sexually abused her. I had my revenge mask on to kill, he stopped and looked worried. I woke up and said, “Oh, I don’t feel well today.” The professor smiled, moved on, and wished me well. I let him live.
In my heart, I know that Sheila committed suicide because she could not overcome the nightmares that haunted her from the sexual abuse of being touched by such an ugly demon who pretended to be a professor.
✅Thank you!
I have retired from teaching because of my disabilities. I wish everyone well, and I respect you with all my heart. Respect. Respect. Respect.
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