“Professor Robbin?” The class had not yet started, there was a few minutes before the official start of Mr. Robbin’s English 112: Argument-Based Research class. I didn’t think Mr. Robbin was a professor, but this kid didn’t know the difference. There are not many professors at the community college level, if any, but Mr. Robbin had the distinguished look of one with his tweed jacket and the patches on his elbows of his sleeves. Even with his name being called, he did not turn around from the board. “Professor Robbin, do you have any bubble gum?”
Oh my, I thought to myself. What was this kid thinking? Bubble gum? Who even says bubble gum past age five? Jana was a young woman, but she was not fresh out of high school. She was in her …show more content…
I finally took a breath. A few other classmates came up with other things like sex or sexual favors, a few agreed with Jana. Mr. Robbin concluded, “Yes, they are talking about having an abortion and not many people get the elephant in the room inference so,” and with that he looked at me again and I swear slightly winked, “that was good.”
That was good. My heart melted. Never did such an ordinary, lack luster compliment give me such joy. This time my face was totally red and I struggled not to smile, instead I dropped my head and bit the inside of my mouth to focus on the pain. I couldn’t look at him any …show more content…
Robbin wasn’t an incredibly attractive man but he was smart, very smart and outwardly very confident and this was a hugely attractive trait to Jana. But he wouldn’t want me? A divorced, single mom with two kids was a quick way to make any man run in a different direction even if it was off a cliff or that’s what I’d witness thus far. She was also pretty enough and closer to his age than most of his other students. Plus, oh, that’s right, he’s my teacher.
The last big project in the class was reading The Awakening by Kate Chopin and writing a ten- page paper on a topic. I was choosing the stance that Edna was a pioneer woman in the early years of feminism – not a large reach since that’s what everyone says but it was missing something and Mr. Robbin had offered office time for help on our papers. The thought both frightened and elated me in the same moment. I did want a letter of recommendation from him as I was transferring to a four-year college once I was finished. That would be good timing to ask as well.
The class was over and I realized I’d day dreamed through most of the end. As I packed my books in my bookbag, I heard someone call my name. “Jana?” I looked up and there was Mr. Robbin standing at my desk. He smelled faintly of cigarettes and Old Spice. Oh my God, I’m going to
Oh my, I thought to myself. What was this kid thinking? Bubble gum? Who even says bubble gum past age five? Jana was a young woman, but she was not fresh out of high school. She was in her …show more content…
I finally took a breath. A few other classmates came up with other things like sex or sexual favors, a few agreed with Jana. Mr. Robbin concluded, “Yes, they are talking about having an abortion and not many people get the elephant in the room inference so,” and with that he looked at me again and I swear slightly winked, “that was good.”
That was good. My heart melted. Never did such an ordinary, lack luster compliment give me such joy. This time my face was totally red and I struggled not to smile, instead I dropped my head and bit the inside of my mouth to focus on the pain. I couldn’t look at him any …show more content…
Robbin wasn’t an incredibly attractive man but he was smart, very smart and outwardly very confident and this was a hugely attractive trait to Jana. But he wouldn’t want me? A divorced, single mom with two kids was a quick way to make any man run in a different direction even if it was off a cliff or that’s what I’d witness thus far. She was also pretty enough and closer to his age than most of his other students. Plus, oh, that’s right, he’s my teacher.
The last big project in the class was reading The Awakening by Kate Chopin and writing a ten- page paper on a topic. I was choosing the stance that Edna was a pioneer woman in the early years of feminism – not a large reach since that’s what everyone says but it was missing something and Mr. Robbin had offered office time for help on our papers. The thought both frightened and elated me in the same moment. I did want a letter of recommendation from him as I was transferring to a four-year college once I was finished. That would be good timing to ask as well.
The class was over and I realized I’d day dreamed through most of the end. As I packed my books in my bookbag, I heard someone call my name. “Jana?” I looked up and there was Mr. Robbin standing at my desk. He smelled faintly of cigarettes and Old Spice. Oh my God, I’m going to