Day 6 of Vicki’s WC7 – Secrets…
I’ve got a secret… see? Right here… *holding out cupped hands and lifting one thumb*
Technically, it’s not “fucking for grades” if the professor isn’t one of your current instructors, right? I mean, at the time we were “wrinkling the Wamsuttas”, the good (Good? Who are we kidding… she was fucking fantastic!) professor was no longer in a position to influence my grades.
Freshman year… spring term… my psych professor from first term had barely passed me… so it only made sense that, once I was no longer in her class, I should go after her like a greyhound after the rabbit, right? Hey, this college thing was still new to me… how was I to know something like that was frowned upon?
Okay, okay… I knew… we both knew… exactly what we were doing and the morality of it. I can sit here and try to rationalize it, but I have a feeling you wouldn’t let me get away with that.
So, no excuses… I make my confession… and another secret is out.
Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw
12 September 2013
(Writing under a large mushroom, somewhere in the Pacific Northwest)