Chapter 62 My English Professor(2)

• And then the first semester of college arrived and apparently I didn't understand a thing. The young guys who were hitting on me just did not have enough skill to satisfy my thirst. I'm just more attracted to older men. Grown-ups. I take a lot of classes, there are people from all backgrounds, students of all ages, and especially female professors and male professors. In almost every course I'm not getting the grades I want.
• I study politics, but there is a lot of art, literature, anthropology, and culture and they are all subjects that interest me, that excites me. However, the intellectual part is not everything. The first semester is also a demonstration of what you are worth, physically, as a woman. All the girls parade around campus, through the corridors, through classes, in the canteen, with bare legs and breasts very much in evidence. Always.
• A parade of long, thin legs, high firm buttocks, heels, mesh stockings, no stockings, fishnet stockings, short skirts, tight jeans, ponytails, bare breasts, transparent shirts, and light dresses. It's paradise. And, of course, there's the competitiveness, it's hard to stand out. But since I've arrived, I want to make my own mark. Today I've chosen a short, red shirt over my belly button and a pair of the shortest denim torn shorts.