Nunkies, The Historian: Part Two.
by Cousin Senara


	You're a junior in college and gearing to write and research your
thesis.  You just got the horrendous news from your department advisor that
the professor you wanted to advise your thesis on the origins of the cold
war (which you have affectionally nicknamed "three cranky guys and the
policy they made") has decided to take a sabbatical.  "No, he will not, I
repeat NOT, be available to be a thesis advisor."  The words of rejection
repeat themselves in your head.

	You and your friends decide that the replacement advisor the
department is going to hire is a poor substitute for the ever popular
professor who had really neat stories to tell about poker games he played
with Churchill.  But you really want to forge ahead with your topic, so you
schedule a meeting with Professor Cross.  Strangely enough, the only
appointments are at night.

	You knock on the door to his office when you arrive for your
appointment.  "Come in," the low voice that sounds familiar bids you
welcome.  You grab the seat across from the professor's desk and start
digging in your bookbag for your proposed outline.  Finally locating that
misbehaving folder, you place the two-pager on his desk and get a look at
the visiting advisor.  It's NUNKIES!  Thankfully, he doesn't notice that
your jaw and the floor are having a meaningful conversation.  He's too busy
reading your outline.

	His eyes, oh so blue, fix you with a hard stare.  "And how do you
propose to fund this research, or get your hands on it?" he askes.

	A quick prayer to whomever is listening that your voice doesn't
shake later, you answer that you had already applied for funding, but
hadn't been approved.  He suggests a few foundations, most notably the de
Brabant Foundation, and also hints for you to use his name when writing
your request.  Of course you rise from your chair to look over his shoulder
as he is pulling those foundation brochures.  Quick as a wink, he pulls you
into his lap and whispers, "And about that primary research...."

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*sigh*  too bad I didn't watch FK when I was in college....  it would have
definitely helped with the thesis blues....

good night everyone!
have fun!

valerie
vgilson@tiac.net/ IRC nick: Senara
Cousin, Dark Knightie, Die Hard, NA
"They told me to forget and that's all I remember."