I have been in the Biotechnology program for 2 years so far and it's so sad to admit something as missing my professor. He started as a part time teacher at the University I was attending and became my first chemistry teacher. Now one thing about me you should know is that I hate sciences- with a passion. I know what you're thinking- so why do it right? To be honest I'm just in it for the money, as for chemistry...I just go to that class to see the teacher and drool over him (not literally). You guys probably think I'm gross, drooling over and old guy but he's just 30- don't ask me how I know; and I recently just turned 21 so it's not that big a deal. Especially considering my dad is like 15 years older than my mom and they've been together like forever and I know it's so totally gross, so....
Hi, my name's Jasmine and I'm a 21 year old university student studying Biotechnology at a university I'd rather not name in case you guys want to stalk me- just kidding. I'm not sure as to what I'm majoring in but I'm single. I'm average in body size and height, dark brown eyes, caramel complexion and streaked blue on black hair (no weave or extensions), I have five tattoos- tribal ones on my wrists and ankles and a banner with a cross that says "Only god can judge me" on my back. I can't say they weren't painful but I can't say I'm not a sadist either. I also have stretched ear lobes of ½'' and no other piercings on my body. The teacher I'm crushing on is Filipino and freaking hot. He's like 5ft 9", taller than my 5ft 2" and he wears glasses (I have a glasses fetish). He has his degree in Pathophysiology, French and Critical thinking; I know he's such a nerd it's cute. I just want him to talk me stupid. I obviously adore smart guys. I know what you're thinking- she's probably stupid. Quite the opposite my friends, I'm actually too smart for my own good. I'm currently on the honour roll and I volunteer as a tutor for high school student part time.
"Jasmine," Professor Bernard called me up for my paper, "you did really well again this time Jas," I blushed so hard but it wasn't that visible because I'm dark. As he handed my paper to me he whispered in my ear
"I could probably use some help marking them next time," as if trying to de-fuse a ticking time bomb, I bit down on my tongue so hard I could feel myself practically bleeding. Then his stopwatch went off- which meant class time was five minutes to closing. I know that in itself is kind of nerdy but I think it's cute. He dismissed us and I dragged my feet to the next class of the day- Anatomy.
I know what you're thinking- why am I doing anatomy? I'd like to know the same thing, because I knew I had to do biology but this is just ridiculous. So you're now wondering why I am dragging my feet. Let's just say, I dislike pretty boys which ultimately describes my next teacher. He's the same age as my heartthrob Bernard but really don't ask me how I know and he's still a part time teacher.
"Good Afternoon class," Professor Blair announced as he eyed me down. He had something against my many tats and ear lobes but I couldn't understand because he was Canadian and you're not supposed to discriminate against students or anyone else. I just think he had it out for me
"Jasmine could you come to the front of the class please," he announced as he tapped his ruler against his desk. Just so you know, I do sit in the front of this man's class, so with a smile I said politely,
"But sir, I am at the front of the class," the class scoffed and he turned furiously red at his ears. He tapped his ruler again and I sighed as I got up and went to the front of the class.
"Ok class," he began "Jas is an example of what not to wear in the workplace," he ran his ruler over the front my Linkin park wife beater (I had spray painted "Linkin park" onto the white tee), my pleated plaid skirt, knee high sock and airwalks.
"Biotechnology involves the use of many materials whether corrosive or otherwise," He blabbed "if in this attire," he made me turn around and I heard whistles from the class,
"I think you get the picture," he motioned for me to go my seat, not before he whispered that he needed to see me in his office after class. You can obviously see why I dislike this man's class.
"Don't worry Jas," my friend Anton nudged me "he's just pissed he can't have you." Anton is like me, in the aspect that he's "modified"- though he has way more tattoos and piercings than I do and he's Spanish. We laughed out loud and Blair gave us that "look" before starting class. At the end of class he gave back our papers- which was routine since we had a quiz every week to test how we were progressing.
"Why hasn't he called your name yet?" Anton asked me. The papers were usually given out in either alphabetical order or in ranks of highest to lowest grade wise. My last name is Adams and the first person to get his paper was Pauley, no offense to him but he never passes.
"Ok class, you may go," he ended. 'What the hell,' I screamed internally.
"Why didn't I get my paper back?" I asked him furiously as I marched up to his desk
"That's why I told you to come to my office after class," he didn't look up at me. I stared at him long and hard- his black hair was wet and combed back slick, long eyelashes masked blue eyes, I could see he was well built through his suit. I began to see why he was such a heartthrob in my program but nothing could beat my Bernard, not even Blair. When it comes to hair, mesmerizing eyes, dazzling smile- Bernard had it locked (for me of course) and he jogged in the mornings before class so he was just as well built. Again, don't ask me how I know this.
