Chapter 2 : Weird

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"So you need to sign here first and you need my signature as well because if you don’t know; I'm your professor"

Yes, Macky just opened her mouth.
No trait of fatigue is shown on her face but she's insisting that she is! I don't know what I have to do with her personal life that she keeps telling me about, since her third divorce I've become the victim of all her and exes nonsense, I mean even her first ex husband contacted me because Mrs. “responsible” forgot her cell phone somewhere and that he needed to transmit an important message to her as he said.

In her mid forties, with her usual makeup; her usual pinkish lipstick, and a fake blond and short hair and that weird mascara that I've tried before (because she recommended it), but got stuck on my cheeks instead and that I hardly removed, just to know later that it was simple than what I thought and that I just needed to wait for the mascara to get dry first then easily removed with a makeup removal (or baby "hanky").

Macky glanced on me for a slip second, writing down a letter to Freinet Corp, or in other words where I'm going to for the sake of proving my talent, and somehow I still trust my professor. She gained a really good reputation in her field "Electromagnetism" since her seventeen, a big brain but with a dramatic personal life that convinces me even more to live on my own until the last breathe.

"You know, you'll really thank me later Mr. Noveski. it's not just about proving me what you're capable of and that you deserve a recommendation letter from me but moreover it's about making you live in more serious and real situation since I smelt that somehow you'll be really good in a real research laboratory" she just said with that big smile on her face.

Contacting my eyes with hers and adding "you know I love you not in romantically way of course"  well, is this considered as sexual harassment?

She continued "but as a professor to her favorite student so I'm not going to make you drown but I'm giving you a place to shine before you reach your Harvard dream, so I hope there will be no remorse between us." With a gentlest smile of her

I was really moved that I couldn't even connect a simple "thank you" sentence, she is and she was always an amazing person, she's that type of person who's quite taciturn so while you're pretending the worst, she would be giving you the best, she always makes anybody doubt her way of thinking to make them tear up from the softness of her heart days later.

She has been always that strict and severe professor during all her classes and I somehow attended all of them and answered and reacted whenever it's possible, I really liked her courses but she never said that I am her favorite student which is a big thing now not only for me but I guess for any student who heard the same.

So right in that moment my happiness was beyond the words, and I trusted her even more, she wants me to be better and to grow and bloom in a new and good area, so I thanked her from the bottom of my heart, that even when I was heading out she added "take care of yourself too, I don't want to lose a friend and a favorite student too, MENTAL HEALTH IS IMPORTANT SKY!!"

Again she's talking about mental health and how more productive she would be if she didn't have all this drama in her life. It's the first big thing she's always talking about after complaining of how her ancestors were stupid to mistake "Michelson" for "Machelson", she said that she would be believed if she said that she's a grandchild of Michelson in that case.

To be honest, I got disoriented at first, "losing" someone is very hard, I didn't know that someone apart from my parents can be effected by my death until now, it's a very sensitive topic for me but I regained and gathered myself right after, telling myself to go with the flow and to cherish the moment "now" and not to think about what will happen next, so I just laughed at her words and waved with my hand while handing the paper that I will need for this intern program.

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