The First Semester
There are four occasions of note that I must relay during the first semester of my role in student politics. They are notable mainly because of their departure from the norm of the routine I outlined at the end of the previous chapter, and are presented here in chronological order, though not in order of importance.
The first came about four weeks into the semester, and I was just finally getting used to the routine. It was after a lunch, and Keisha was 'chained' beneath my desk and merrily doing her best to distract me while I was reading some notes she had made on a meeting with one of the student unions or other. It was a common battle of wills - and more often than not Keisha would win by default. But I was putting up a good showing today when a timid knock on the door came, followed by Cindy sticking her head in the door. I panicked for a moment before I saw who it was, and motioned her hurriedly in.
"I'm sorry." She said, really sounding apologetic. "But the Chancellor's secretary - Duncan - is outside, and he's being incredibly insistent that you need to go to the Chancellor's office right now."
"What's going on?" I asked, as I pushed back my chair and zipped up my pants.
"I don't know, but he's looking pretty grim." Cindy replied.
"Okay then." I kissed my girlfriend, "See if you can't take care of our Toy. I'm afraid it'll break if it doesn't get off soon."
The secretary gave me a dour look and escorted me across the campus to the Chancellor's office. I tried to pry any specifics I could from him, but the only thing he told me was that the Chancellor was not happy.
I sensed that was an understatement as soon as I entered the Chancellor's austere office. She had been reading an email, but as soon as Duncan announced me, she barked at me to "get in here!" The Chancellor's eyes were flashing a brilliant spark of anger, and she stood behind her desk like a vengeful queen about to dispense justice. She did not offer me a seat.
"Some rather alarming, and if true, horrific accusations of immoral behaviour of the highest order have been made against you." She began without preamble. "Another student has complained about your... associations... with multiple women as a corrupting influence on the office and on the student body. According to the claims you have been... philandering... womanising... corrupting yourself and your associates with a lascivity of extraordinary proportions. I've been informed that you have bedded numerous women in succession, occasionally even bedded some at the same time! A second personage, verifiably independent to the first, has also come forward to accuse pretty much the same and suggest further that you have been manipulating these persons into your bed by means of subtle coercion and suggestion."
The Chancellor attempted to bore into me with her gaze. I was shocked, but did my best not to reveal it on my face, and keep as calm and rational as I could. In the back of my mind a small portion was working feverishly to try and figure out who might have made such revelations in an attempt to damage me, but I kept it to the back, knowing that the 'who' was a secondary concern right now.
When my silence, and apparent pacivity at the accusations became too much, the Chancellor eventually burst out: "Well?!"
"Ma'am?" I asked taking care to keep my voice free of strain.
"Don't you have anything to say for yourself?!" The Chancellor demanded.
"Honestly, not really." I advised. "It sounds to me like I'm being accused of essentially living the expected experience of an undergraduate university student. The second part about me being manipulative is a little worrying, but given that I know it not to be true, I don't really think that it merits a response. The aspect of sleeping with multiple women is not really an accusation of immorality. I am certain that a sizable contingent of the male population of this university is having the same experience. There may be some small increase for me due to my visible popularity and supposed position of power within the university administration as a student representative, but I can assure you it is not out of the ordinary."
"So you see no problem at all in the accusation?" The Chancellor asked incredulously.
"I didn't say that. There are a number of worrying aspects to the claims." I raised a hand and began to tick them off on my fingers as I stated them: "The first is why they were made in the way they were: to paint me in a bad light. The second is the slanderous nature of the second accusation of manipulation. Third, the implication of a lack of moral character for supposedly committing innocent acts generally connected with a display of affection. Fourth, the manner in which these accusations were made: to you as the only person who by the student union and university charter is in a position to unilaterally dismiss me from my post. Fifth, the anonymous nature of the claims, denying me the right to face my accusers, which - granted - is a right enshrined in American law, not the law of this country, but which has become customary here as well. And lastly that, while you are right to inform me of the accusations and to give me a chance to defend myself against the accusations, you already appear convinced of their truth without having done much investigation into their veracity."
For a time the Chancellor studied me, her anger abated somewhat in the face of my quick-thinking rebuttal. But she was still strict and forceful when she asked: "And is there any truth to the accusations?"
"To the former, I will offer a qualified acknowledgement. I have not been a hermit while at this university, and have had the pleasure of bedding multiple lovely women. I'll even admit that I've bedded two at the same time. But to the second..."
The Chancellor interrupted, her ire stoked once more. "So you do admit to depravity leading to moral corruption?"