Guess That Is How I Know You

Chapter VII

April 1, 2016

It had been close to a month since Professor Bailey decided to blow-a-fuse at me and ghost me for good.

Whenever we crossed paths, she would act as if I were a stranger she never once exchanged more than two words with, which was worse than if she were to pretend I was not there.

She would be polite enough for people around not to notice there was something wrong and it made me wonder if the argument we had had was all on my mind-clearly, she can drive one crazy.

My stress levels were especially high this week considering I had been having tests since Monday.

When I woke up it was, as a matter of fact, worse. Today was Bailey's test, and even though I had studied my ass off to get a good grade I had a feeling it would be no use.

I thought she would end up scoring it as harshly as possible-also, all I could think about during that test was how she looked downright perfect and yet utterly pissed.

It did not even take me 2 minutes after she had handed me the test, to figure out my sitting position sucked. Everyone else opted to sit on the far back, but not me-obviously, I am stupid.

I had chosen to sit on my usual spot, which meant I was sitting right in front of her desk while she had nothing else to do but to check if no one was trying to cheat on her test. Since everyone had their heads down, it gave her the opportunity to stare at me the most, and I am just the kind of person who can feel when someone is looking my way.

Every time I tried to focus on a question it seemed she would look at me, either to take me off my cool or to check if I was cheating on her test, which was nonsense seeing as all I wanted to do, even if she was pretty much treating me like garbage, was to impress her and to get her attention-easy to say I'm a sucker to this woman and I barely even know her.

About 30 minutes into the test, she decided to do a walk around and it earned her 3 students cheating on her test.

I bet she would have noticed them sooner had she not spent so much time mentally screaming at me with her eyes or whatever it was she was saying over that silence talk she seemed to be trying to have.

I cannot say it was not funny to see her distill her poison, that seemed to be reserved to me, on some stupid students who thought she was easy to fool. Her technique was on point as well.

She would walk between the students as if distracted on her phone, and then when she noticed someone cheating, she would get the red pen she had holding her hair on a bun, write a huge X on the cheater's paper and then just walk away letting them to figure out what had happened.

The first one tried to argue with her and said she was just one more of those hot professors who liked to be mean to earn respect-how entitled do you have to be to think you can talk with anyone like that?

All I wanted was to make him shut the fuck up, if sorority was not reason enough, I also knew she praised her accomplishments more than she did her looks.

I never stepped up though.

I stayed still and watched first row as she put him in his place, by saying his father's money might have bought his admission but would not buy his degree.

After the first hour was gone, I knew I would not get any better at that test, so I decided to just hand it back and be done with all her side glances and eye rolls.

I felt beat and annoyed at myself at the same time. I knew I could have aced had I not been so distracted. I knew, even though my answers were good, they were not great, and I also knew she always aimed for perfection-guess I will lose a few needed scores.