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But folks, it gets worse. Less than ten minutes later, my professor taught the class by explaining, “freedom entails more than the freedom to watch ♥♥♥♥ on your phone.” I don’t know if he really did this, but I swear that I could feel his eye contact burning into my soul wile he spoke. He is my favorite professor, and now I am so mortified I may never speak to
All I could get out was “I wouldn’t want you to think I’m just” as I trailed off, attempting to communicate that I wouldn’t want my professor to think I am slacking off. While my brain panicked to think of a relevant phrase, I already started walking away. As I reached the middle of the full, quiet classroom, I blurted, “jacking off.” I was instantly embarrassed when I heard it come out of my mouth because I realized that it is not an appropriate phrase for law school due to its ♥♥♥♥♥♥ connotations. I cringed through the next hour of class while unable to distance myself from the memory.