Day 7: ANOTHER Self-Imposed 30-Day Writing Challenge

Day 7.  Well, that was an unexpected twist for me yesterday.  I didn’t expect Sondra/Cassie/Cassandra to be a student in Ryan’s (Professor Douglas’s) class.  I’m not sure if this will work out, but I’m going to write my way through it.  Here goes:  (NOTE:  It is close to midnight, so this will be a short post!)


Fortunately, Mandy’s man hunt didn’t prevent me from getting to class on time.  There were still plenty of vacant seats close to the front of the classroom.  Other students filtered into the lecture hall, but I didn’t pay too much attention to them.  I pulled out my binder and flipped open the thick course pack.  The class didn’t start for another five minutes, so I had time to highlight a few points that I wanted to bring up in the class discussion.

I was completely absorbed in the case, when I heard a door shut.  I glanced behind me.  The lecture hall was crowded.  As I scanned the room, hoping to spot a familiar face, conversations halted.  I spotted someone I vaguely recognized from another classs, but since I couldn’t remember whether or not she was a good student, I turned to face the front of the class.  The professor had his back to the class, as he scribbled down his name and office hours information.

He turned around.  My eyes widened in shock.  “Good afternoon, everyone.  I am Professor Douglas and you are sitting in Business Strategy 501.”

I felt numb.  It was that meddling jerk from the coffee shop.  The one who thought that it was okay to give a helpless, unborn baby espresso shots laced with refined sugar.  Another image popped into my mind.  This was also the guy who just let his baby “cry it out” in a neglect buggy.  This miscreant was my professor?  His behavior towards children, both born and unborn, was appalling.

I had to do something about this, but what?  Writhing in my seat, I hunched over my notebook and pretended to take notes.  As he droned on about the syllabus, my mind whirled.  Was it too late to drop this class and take it with someone else?  Gritting my teeth, I remembered that this guy was the only one teaching the class this semester.  And I had to take it this semester if I wanted to graduate on time.

It suddenly occurred to me that I could stop by the dean’s office.  Images of Dean Anderson’s outrage brought a smile to my face.  I was confident that he would be very interested in hearing about this professor’s unsavory behavior.

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