why is it always so inevitable that at some stage in your undergraduate career you will have a slight crush on an english lecturer?! and they're such arrogant bastards, too. but oh, how commanding! while they all hold doctorates in some postcolonial discourse, classical canon or other (or whatever in the hell), they seem to be both smart and charming at the same time. in a condescending, prickish sort of way. [ swoon ]
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