#professor's notes

Show me your intelligence. Please present yourself in excellence. Give me reasons to praise you. I want to see the gap between your highest of highs and when you're just a giggling little mess.

One tap on the shoulder and a charming smile while warning you that if you're late to the next lecture, you'll have to come see me personally after. And I know exactly why you were late. Maybe it is a bit unfair if I'm the one causing your legs to be like jelly but I take pride in that.

I only do it on the days where I don't need much of your focus. It's very much of a distraction, every time I do it. The unbuttoning of my cuffs gets your immediate attention. The way your eyes become unblinking as I roll up the sleeves. And last but not least, a slight flex of my forearms just for you. There goes your attention to what I'm trying to teach but you're exactly in the headspace I want you in.

Leaving cute notes in your textbook explaining the things I went over, that I know you have trouble with. Knowing you'll reread those parts in particular when you're at your dorm, kicking your feet in the air.

Harsh grader + open ended questions = intentionally grading you lower so I can meet you in my office to discuss make up points because you're cute.

Whoops, that was the wrong blog! I'll leave it here but lem.e add the not a dex tag to it lmao