Professor Nunkies 
by Addict Debbie


	You have just returned to college after a long, hard summer.  You 
were hoping college would be just the thing to give you some perspective.  
Unfortunately, the bad luck that followed you all summer decided to 
follow you to college as well.  It starts when you find out that the 
parking fee has been raised from $10 to $20.  Then the Financial Aid 
office decides to withhold your refund check until you fill out yet 
another verification form.  To top it off, your advisor (the one you've 
had since freshman year) has dropped you off in someone else's lap to 
make room for in-coming students.  Oh, well!  At least you got the 
classes you wanted.  <They can't take *that* away from me.> you think 
sourly as you cross campus to pick up a copy of your Fall Schedule.

	How wrong you are!  When the secretary ands you your schedule, you 
see that one of the classes-- the *one* class you really wanted-- has been 
replaced with another class.  The secretary explains that your class was 
canceled due to a general lack of interest.   Grudgingly, you accept the 
new class-- The Culture and Customs of Ancient Civilizations-- and look 
it up in the Master Schedule to get the feel of it.  Only... there is 
hardly any information about this class in the booklet at all, and the 
only thing you walk away knowing is that it meets on Mondays and 
Wednesdays at 9pm.  <9pm?  What kind of class meets at 9pm?>

	You show up to the class grumbling about the inconvenience it is 
causing you.  The twenty other people already in the room seem to share 
your opinion, as they, too, are complaining.  The noise ceases, however, 
when the professor enters the room.  You turn away from the person you 
are talking to and your eyes go wide.  It's Nunkies!  Your heart cries 
out and you almost jump up and run to him.  Almost... that would be an 
embarrassing thing to do on the first day of class.  He introduces 
himself as "Professor LaCroix," and tells the class that although this 
course will be looking mainly at Ancient Rome, it will also cover other 
lesser known dynasties.  Then he hands out a syllabus, which you clutch 
tightly and vow never to throw away. 

        At the end of class, however, you realize that your syllabus has been 
destroyed by drool.  *Your drool.*  Funny how that happens, isn't it?  
You'll just have to ask him for another one.

	You approach him only after the last person has left the classroom.  
You manage to ask him for a new syllabus without calling him Nunkies 
more than three times.  Each time you slip, he smiles secretively at 
you.  When he gives you the paper, your hands touch, sending shivers 
throughout your body.  He smiles again.  Then he says, "Although I do 
not keep regular office hours, I will be available for *private* 
consultations."  He points out a phone number written in fine print at 
the very bottom of the page.  "Don't be afraid to call on me if you have 
need..."

The End

Or is it?  Mid-terms and Finals could produce a sequel... if I have time 
to write it!
	

Debbie Chilson (Fleurette)
fleurettebrabant@hotmail.com
NA, Cousin, Vaquera, Valentine
Co-founder KoC, IB