This Column is Funny is a weekly look at the least important parts of college life. Once every few years, the God of Colleges likes to take a break from Jesus’s Heavenly Keg Party and smile down on us. His benevolence can be shown in any number of ways: a cancelled test, an unexpected snow day, a bomb threat that no one is really scared of but we still have to take like totally seriously because of the world we live in. And hey, going to class sucks. Once in a great while, there is evidenced an act of College God that we like to call, in deeply religious circles, “The Jackpot.” Sometimes, you get a teacher who is just so
damn hot.
There is rarely a time when you get a teacher who is a Perfect Ten. There are various incarnations of professors who are cute, pretty, or “eh, I guess, if I needed the grade.” Often you will get someone who is attractive enough, but doesn’t really do anything for you. You’ll get a teacher with a fantastic ass, but a voice so irritating that it kind of makes you want to buy a litter of puppies just to drown them so that they will never have to hear it with their cute floppy dog ears. Other times, a teacher has great abs, but a restraining order. Sometimes a teacher is fun to be around, but has the body of a horse, like a Centaur. The unequivocally hot teacher is a wonder to behold.
The hot teacher – or “provocative professor,” if you will – has great appeal. This attractive academe not only holds within him or her the vast expanse of knowledge concerning his or her chosen field, but holds it within a body that you could bounce a quarter off of. The strange mix of intelligence and sexual magnetism makes the teacher something that borders on mythological. Some say that they don’t even exist.
I have seen them with my own eyes.
I had a professor a few years ago, for example, that all the girls in my class seemed to think was the greatest thing since sliced bread. While he was talking about symbolic methods in short fiction, I expected random pairs of panties to be thrown on his desk. I mean, I did it, so I don’t know what all of the girls were waiting for.
This semester I was blessed with a hot teacher in one of my very own classes. It’s definitely an incentive for going to class, kind of like a prize for the best attendance
– except, instead of a trophy, it’s getting the chance to stare at a perfect pair of cans like it’s your job. In essence, paying attention to the professor is your job, so there’s nothing sketchy about it. Going home and crying in the tub, listening to “Come Undone” by Duran Duran again and again and rocking back and forth, is kind of sketchy. But that only happens to about one in 20 people, so you shouldn’t be worried.
Unfortunately, the hot teacher isn’t all tulips and rainbows. When it comes time to do that whole “learning” thing, an alluring professor can be more of a hindrance than a help. There have been a lot of times when I should have been taking notes, but instead found myself distracted, leading to many lectures that go a lot like this:
Professor: .and this is one of many factors that leads to the foreign policy decisions made in today’s world.
What I should be thinking: That is a valid and important concept. I should remember that for the final examination.
What I am thinking: Boobies.
The best thing to do, of course, would be to put the teacher out of my head. It’s not like she’s going to be grading her 12 dozen papers and say, “My, Jake Christie, that certainly is an arousing name. And what handwriting! I should find out how skilled he is in bed.” Actually being attracted to the attractive teacher is just an exercise in futility. That whole having-sex-with-your-students thing only crops up until about middle school, which is cool, I guess. You always want the younger generation to have more than you had.
The distraction is a small price to pay. It’s only once in a while that a smoking teacher comes along, and I’m going to savor it. If I fail, I’ll just get to take the class again. My lawyer said I have at least a few more months before that restraining order goes through.
Jake Christie is a humor writer with credits at various websites. He can be reached at jason. [email protected] or at www.JakeChristie.com.