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An older college student persues her professor

Six months ago, you walked into my classroom, clearly with something on your mind. I’ve seen many students like you over the last few years. The economy tanked, your job just isn’t going anywhere. You’ve returned to community college after a few years away. Older, wiser. You’re around 27 or 28. Living on your own. You’ve got a boyfriend that you’re not too serious about and feel like life is going nowhere fast. Your only hope at this point is getting these classes done and getting a degree that you can open a few doors with. After the class, you approach me and tell me you have a problem. You know the syllabus only allows for two days missed in this semester, and you’ve already missed them six weeks ago when your car broke down. You’ve replaced the car, but now you are worried you’re going to miss the next class. I don’t like giving leniency on missed days, especially with the end of the semester coming in a couple weeks. But, you’ve only missed those two days, and it’s not like you blew the class off. It’s community college. People don’t live on campus and times are tougher than they once were. I’m a little more sympathetic, but still worried about you missing one more day. I tell you as long as it’s the last day you miss, I won’t automatically fail you. I do stress how quick the end of the semester is coming and worry you’re going to miss something quite important for the Final. I ask if you have a friend in the class who can give you the notes and tutor you. You don’t. I ...

... stress it again. Your grade isn’t that high. This missed day could really hurt you - you understand that? There has to be someone who can help you with the material you’ll miss. Then you ask if I can just do it. You want to come by in a free time or meet at a coffee shop, something where I can go over it privately with you. I reluctantly agree. Technically, I’m not supposed to tutor anyone away from class...a power struggle between the union and the college. I’d rather see my students who want to succeed pass than worry about not getting paid for the occasional time I offer help to someone. We agreed to meet at a restaurant around 6pm on Thursday. I arrived ahead of you, pulled out my laptop, ordered a beer, and waited. You got there just before 6. You found me, saw my beer and decided to order a glass of wine. It was strange to see you out of our morning class. You always had your hair in a ponytail, and fairly nice casual, but comfortable clothing. That night your hair was down, you’ve put on some light, natural looking make-up and had on a button down blouse that was open to reveal an inch of cleavage, heels, and a skirt that went about halfway down your thigh. I imagined you were coming in from work. Your looks had caught my attention before, but I had to work pretty hard that night to keep everything professional. I went over my lecture that you missed, gave you the same opportunity for questions everyone else in the class had and put away my computer. You finished up ...