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It was senior year of college career and the last class that was required for me to graduate was open with only one spot left?at 8 a.m. I don?t know about you but any class that starts before noon is just rude. But seeing how ?History of US Politics? was the only thing between now and graduating on time I sucked it up and enrolled. The first day of class the professor was 10 minutes late, grumpy and seemed like he wanted to be there less than I did. He quickly introduced himself as Dr. McLellan, passed out the syllabi for the semester and asked the class what they knew about the history of politics in America. Of course the class suck-up raised her hand and proceeded to bore the entire class with some regurgitated history channel speech. As she continued to ramble on I took a look at Dr. McLellan. He was a middle aged man, I?d guess about late 30?s but not more than a day over 40. He was dressed in black slacks, a deep plum colored shirt that complimented his pale skin nicely (not making him look pasty but not necessarily a bronzed god either), and a tie. Dr. M wasn?t like other Profs. While ms-know-it-all was only to the civil war era Dr. M rolled his eyes and cut her off ?Thank you for boring us and ruining our day. Next time I ask a question like that don?t answer it okay. Now, let?s take roll so I can find out your name and be sure to never call on you again.? With that he flipped through a notebook and began to take attendance. It was so hard not to laugh at his outrageous behavior but he had Ankara escort (http://ankarasaatci.com/) a point. ?Josie Mead?? I raise my hand and say ?that?s me.? ?What type of name is that for a black girl? Josie Mead??? He said incredulously. ?Sounds like your mom was trying to say juicyme and the nurse wrote down this crap.? Now I?ve heard all the jokes in the world about my name but coming from a prof was just out of line. That was the moment I decided that this prof was going to get hell from me. I simply responded back ?Dr. McLellan, I?m assuming that you didn?t get your PhD in comedy so stick to teaching history instead of making horrible corny and slightly offensive jokes.? As I glared at him the rest of the class was silent. He stared at me for a minute and then continued to take roll. Midterms came and by that time we were already dealing with the new deal and FDR?s policies. The class before Thanksgiving break is where the story really starts. Throughout the semester Dr. M. has always said things to provoke me and vice versus. After a heated class discussion about the new deal he reminded everyone of the paper that was due the day we got back from break and dismissed the class. As I was on my way out he stopped me and asked me to wait after class. ?Josie, you?re failing this course?? ?How is that possible? I do all my work, I?ve gotten A?s on the papers and tests and I participate in class! This is bogus!? ?Well Josie it seems that my grade book is missing those A?s that you mentioned. Ankara escort bayan (http://ankarasaatci.com/) Do you have the graded work with my handwriting on it?? ?Yes! I can bring it to you tomorrow afternoon!? ?I?m leaving in the morning for break?can you get it to me this afternoon?? ?I have night class until 9 and I?m booked straight through night class.? ?Well, tell you what. I?ll come back to my office tonight to meet with you to get the work. If it?s forged I?m going to write you up to the creed for plagiarism.? ?Dude, that?s totally not fair! You didn?t record my grade because you don?t like me! I?ll have it all for you tonight at 9!? With that I stomped off to my next class Walking over to Dr. M?s office I realized that I should have brought a sweater with me as I had on my work clothes. I work at a bar a few nights a week bartending so before my night class I normally stop at my place and change into my bar clothes. Tonight I had on black leggings that left nothing to the imagination, which meant no underwear at all, as my round ass jiggled when I walked. I had on black halter top that plunges almost to the middle of my stomach showing off my 40 GG breast, which weren?t caged in a bra tonight and purple 5inch heels that complimented my purple eye makeup. I was sure that my tip jar would be full tonight. I arrived at Dr. McLellan?s office at 9:15 and knocked on the door before pushing it open. I was immediately hit with the smell of rum and looked on his desk to see Escort Ankara (http://ankarasaatci.com/) the open bottle. He saw me look at the bottle and said ?Blew my tire this afternoon, had a fight with the wife during dinner and now I have to put up with your bullshit. So I think a grown man like me can have damn drink. Now sit down and close my door!? I shrugged my shoulders and took a seat facing his desk. Being in his office sent chills up my spine, not sure if it was out of fear or because the air conditioner was on full blast. I sat in the chair and began to reach into my bag to retrieve all of my work. I felt his eyes on my breast as I knew my nipples were poking through my top. When I pulled out my folder a pen flew out of my bag and onto the floor. I reached down to pick it up and my left nipple fell out of my shirt. I quickly pushed it back into my halter and grabbed my pen hoping he didn?t notice. I got up and put all of my graded work on his desk. ?There?s everything you?ve handed back all there.? He studied the papers trying hard not to concentrate on my breast. I felt embarrassed that I had worn my work clothes to meet m professor and to top it off my tit fell out. After a moment he looked up at me and said ?I see why I didn?t record your work?it?s all bullshit! The things you say in class, you only say just to get under my skin don?t you!? ?Honestly, sometimes I do. But that doesn?t take away from the work I put into this class or the homework and papers.? ?I think it does.? With that he took his glass of rum and dumped it over my papers and grinned at me. ?Now you have no grades at all.? My first reaction was to cry but then I got pissed. ?Fuck you! You?re a petty ass person who got his degree from the internet!? I grabbed the bottle of rum and splashed it on him soaking the front of his shirt.