A+ in Love

Chapter 7

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I poured three more fingers worth of whiskey in my glass and shot it down just as fast. I let out a hiss at the burn and tried to hold back my own frustrations. I felt awkward for being upset when I was the new guys here at there University. Thankfully a fuzzy blur was building around the edges for me and I embraced it with open arms at the moment. I sat with atleast a dozen or so other professors cramped at a small table in a back street bar.

We sat around the table not talking the air held a sour note to it. Half of us were staring straight ahead and drowning away our frustration with alcohol and others were shuffling their tears as they ate. The reason for our sadness was what every professor or teacher hated most, The Universities funding had been cut dramatically. It was now our jobs to supply as much as we could for our students out of our own pockets or find our departments their own funding.

Seemingly every department had taken a huge toll except sports. Hell football had managed to get a new funder sky rocketing them above their normal funding amount. Now all our trips would have to be canceled, supplies rationed or bought out of our pockets, projects would be changed completely.

The arts department had taken the biggest at hit at a 60% budget cut, Business and Management Department had taken a full 40%, General studies a whole 30%, Human Resources and the Heath department a whopping 50%, the Science department got cut back by 55% and Sports a 25% drop. While football alone went up another 40%.

The hit sports took was nothing compared to the arts. I myself couldn't even bare to look at that side of the table. They talked in hushed tones trying to figure out what to do next. What was okay yo geg rid of and what would have to be provided for out of their pockets.

The cause of all this was a sudden drop in new students and even the transfer of older students. A new competing University near by was stealing away everything.

" How do they expect us to pull off a festival with little to nothing! Where do they think the money for this is coming from I know i dont have that kind of money." Yoon stated slamming her hand on the table.

" I have no clue but it may be the only way to bring in new freshmen next year." Binwoo replied with a frown.

His liberal arts students would probably be crying tomorrow afternoon with the news we received this evening.

"What I want to know is how the hell football managed to snag a new sponsorship!"

Arguements flared up about the injustice of how little was stolen from sports. My planned out labs would now have to either be in large teams or my students learning through my own demonstrations. I took my glasses off and rubbed at my eyes, I couldn't imagine how badly this would go over with my students.

" I'm sure you wish you wouldn't have taken this job." Yoon stated touching my arm. Her eyes were red from unshed tears.

" Not really, I would have taken it even if I knew about the budget cuts before hand." I told her truthfully.

"Really? You're students are glad to have you. I'm glad to have you here." Yoon reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze.

I didn't know how to take that last part. I didnt know if that was her just being nice or flirting. I didn't want to assume so I took it as just being nice to the new professor. I went to reach for the bottle of whiskey but Yoon snagged it up and poured it for me with a sad smile.

" Thank you. To be honest I'm so lucky to have met my students just being here changed me a lot. " I took a sip this time not wanting to shoot this one down.

" You might want to slow down if you don't want to be hung over tomorrow. " binwoo state.

" You're one to talk. You're on your third glass of wine." Someone snorted this earned a laugh from everyone.