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Hi SDN
I am not even going to attempt to sugarcoat what happened and just tell it to you guys straight. I go to school pretty close to home because I want to be around my family as long as possible. I also live at home with my mom. The college is pretty small and its not uncommon for students and professors to know each other on a first name basis. So last semester in our biology class, I had a female professor who I was very attracted to. Lets just call her Dr. Roberts. She was young, probably just out of graduate school, and pretty excited about teaching. She was a great teacher, she could explain things well to all the students in a way that they could understand. Her personality was friendly and her body was amazing (I am not exaggerating, she could have posed for playboy) and needless to say I wasnt the only guy in our class attracted to her.
Biology was my first class of the day, and I would make it a point to set my alarm early so I could snag a front row seat in Dr. Roberts. I loved her lectures, and as creepy as it sounds, I loved being close to her. About a month into the course, I mustered up the courage to go to her office for the first time as I wanted to visit her and get to know her better. It was a Friday afternoon I slowly walked up the hallway to her door and knocked on it. She was inside and told me to come in. I went in and asked her all the questions I had rehearsed in the bathroom 5 minutes ago. Its a good thing that they werent real questions because I didnt hear a word she said. All I could do was look into her soft green eyes. After I asked my last question she asked me what my major was (biology) and asked if I was premed. I said yes and she mentioned that she would be willing to mentor me and give me advice for the MCAT. Unfortunately, I mistakenly took this as a romantic gesture.
Over the next two weeks I went to her office hours about three times a week. We got to know each other a little better and I even made her laugh once or twice. Towards the end of the second week, in my stupidity, I asked her out to coffee. She said no and she mentioned that me coming to her office actually made her pretty uncomfortable since apparently I kept staring at her inappropriately at times. This is where things went south. I have never taken rejection well and this absolutely crushed me since I thought she was actually into me. You have to realize that she was the only thing I thought about since the first few days of class. I did the dumbest thing I have ever done in my life and I reached out my hand and shoved her as I turned around to leave her office. She responded violently she picked up a paperweight and smashed into the side of my body. By this time, tears were streaming down my face and I was very very angry.
I moved towards her to attack her again this time punching her in the nose. I honestly thought that it would not hurt her that much (perhaps I was not even thinking about it) and that it would be just like in the movies where theres a small bruise. Instead, I think I shattered something because blood went everywhere from her nose after my punch landed. It even got on my clothes. It is a scene that I will never forget.
I was really freaked out at this point and I ran out of the building and straight home. I went straight to my room, broke down, and started crying. My mom came in the room, and seeing all the blood on me, asked me what happened. I told her what happened and how Dr. Roberts and I got into a physical altercation. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. She said "You're movin' in with your aunty and uncle in Bel Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and had dice in the mirror! If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought now forget it, "Yo, home, to Bel-Air!"
Biology was my first class of the day, and I would make it a point to set my alarm early so I could snag a front row seat in Dr. Roberts. I loved her lectures, and as creepy as it sounds, I loved being close to her. About a month into the course, I mustered up the courage to go to her office for the first time as I wanted to visit her and get to know her better. It was a Friday afternoon I slowly walked up the hallway to her door and knocked on it. She was inside and told me to come in. I went in and asked her all the questions I had rehearsed in the bathroom 5 minutes ago. Its a good thing that they werent real questions because I didnt hear a word she said. All I could do was look into her soft green eyes. After I asked my last question she asked me what my major was (biology) and asked if I was premed. I said yes and she mentioned that she would be willing to mentor me and give me advice for the MCAT. Unfortunately, I mistakenly took this as a romantic gesture.
Over the next two weeks I went to her office hours about three times a week. We got to know each other a little better and I even made her laugh once or twice. Towards the end of the second week, in my stupidity, I asked her out to coffee. She said no and she mentioned that me coming to her office actually made her pretty uncomfortable since apparently I kept staring at her inappropriately at times. This is where things went south. I have never taken rejection well and this absolutely crushed me since I thought she was actually into me. You have to realize that she was the only thing I thought about since the first few days of class. I did the dumbest thing I have ever done in my life and I reached out my hand and shoved her as I turned around to leave her office. She responded violently she picked up a paperweight and smashed into the side of my body. By this time, tears were streaming down my face and I was very very angry.
I moved towards her to attack her again this time punching her in the nose. I honestly thought that it would not hurt her that much (perhaps I was not even thinking about it) and that it would be just like in the movies where theres a small bruise. Instead, I think I shattered something because blood went everywhere from her nose after my punch landed. It even got on my clothes. It is a scene that I will never forget.
I was really freaked out at this point and I ran out of the building and straight home. I went straight to my room, broke down, and started crying. My mom came in the room, and seeing all the blood on me, asked me what happened. I told her what happened and how Dr. Roberts and I got into a physical altercation. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. She said "You're movin' in with your aunty and uncle in Bel Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and had dice in the mirror! If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought now forget it, "Yo, home, to Bel-Air!"
