Can’t think of anything new to post yet. Until I heard my officemates talking something about sexual harassments.
I was a college freshman. We had this English professor who was so authoritarian, and with a threatening look in his face; no one would dare speak once he enters the room. He talks with a low, hoarse voice, enough to keep us all attentive. He would give quizzes, of 10 items to be answered in no more than 30 seconds. Most of us ended up getting failing scores if not zero.
Until later on we found out from some of his former students that he’s actually gay. Not a rumor. It’s true.
We got used to his tricks. We became more relaxed in his class, laugh at his jokes, and he eventually became a bit lenient. We just finished another set of 30 second quiz that day. Arranged one seat apart, he allowed us to check the results before passing the papers. The class was rowdy. I was silently looking at my paper when he came and stood in front of me. He stared at me and mentioned my name “Mr. ______!”
Scared, I was speechless (Sir, I didn’t cheat!) I thought he’s gonna accuse me of something.
Once again he said “Mr. _______!” still staring at me.
Nervous and in a shaky voice, I only managed to say, “Sir…?”
Then, slowly he stepped forward, grabbed me in the chest and twisted my nipples.
I was shocked. I looked at my seatmate. He didn’t see it. Everyone was so busy with their papers; nobody saw it, except this girl, who happened to be a tomboy, seated in front of me. She was shocked too, and when our prof left, she gushed; “P***** ina Ely, lakas tama!”