Cornelia Strong College: Fill & Download for Free

Note: PG-13 content in this answer… Not intended for audiences under the age of 13.I was 19, in my sophomore year at college, and still a virgin.I went to the student health center with a horrible sore throat.After strep came back negative, and flu came back negative, and a bacteria-check came back negative, a look at my throat-swabbings under a microscope indicated a serious overpopulation of Candida (vaginal yeast.)I was blushing slightly at this discovery, because I knew enough about Candida to have some idea of how it probably got there. No fun to be suffering from something similar to thrush, without also having this kind of embarassing surprise diagnosis with a male doctor in the room.My doctor (Male, about age 45-ish) looked at me the way a car trader looks at a new red Ferrari, and then asked if I was sexually active.I blushed some more, due to the slightly invasive question, and replied, “No, I’m still a virgin.”My doctor rather-too-obviously appraised my perfect, 19-year old legs (in a pink frilly miniskirt), and then he asked, “Are you sure you aren’t sexually active with a girlfriend, perhaps?”I blushed even more at this leading question, especially since I had been having occasional lesbian-fantasy dreams, about a particularly tall and strong redhead from my home high school, whom had a crush on me.Trying to keep a straight face I replied with irritation, “ I’m the child of hippies, and my legs aren’t shaven. But I’m also a virgin with respect to female-female contact. I don’t have a girlfriend, and the only girl I’d ever want to kiss is going to a different University from me.”My doctor looked at my gravity-defying 19-year old breasts the way a hungry teenager looks at a pizza. He asked me, “Are you, maybe, engaging in “outercourse,” then? Making out below the bellybutton is perfectly normal for teens your age.”At this point I nearly DIED of embarrassment. I was blushing about the color of a pink carnation, possibly darker, all the way from my forehead to my bustline.I seriously would have slapped that man right then— Not for the somewhat reasonable questions about my sexual activity— but for all his ogling and leering… if he hadn’t been a young-adult gynecology specialist.This may sound odd, but I actually wasn’t even having “outercourse” at this time, mainly due to being raised Catholic, & also due to being a painfully shy loner, and introvert. And now, I was feeling extra-self conscious about not having a boyfriend to be engaging in “normal” “outercourse” with!Trying not to raise my voice too much, I took a deep breath and said: “ I WISH I had a viable candidate to be having “outercourse” with, Sir, but although you seem interested, you’re disqualified due to being my doctor and the same age as my Dad. I am not even engaging in “outercourse.”The doctor chuckled, smiled a dirty-old-man leer, and said,“You might be flexible enough to perform cunnilingus on yourself, or to have other interesting means of self-infection, to get the Candida from your vagina, where it belongs, to your throat, where it doesn’t belong. Well, no worries, we can clear it up pretty quickly with some Diflucan. Do get yourself a nice young man to have “outercourse” with, but not until you’re cured of the yeast infection. Good luck in your studies.”I grabbed the prescription for Diflucan, and hurried out of there as fast as I could, without a word.One week after my last symptom, I found myself a suitable male “outercourse” partner. Athletic science major dude, good conversationalist, funny, rather attractive due to strength, and eyes that changed color with his moods and surroundings. And a good tutor for my tougher science subjects, which he’d already aced. He was a year older than me.Whew! Now, I said to my 19-year old self, I can relax, and feel “normal” again. :P

My biggest First World problem is that, due to my upbringing, I strongly dislike low-end toilet paper, (hereinafter abbreviated T.P).As an adult, I’ve had some tough times during which I became broke and unable to afford nice, soft, quality T.P. During such tough times, I was often obliged to cut money out of my budget for some other necessity, such as food, shelter, clothing, education, or medical care, to get my high-quality T.P.I’m not kidding when I say I chose to ride the Metro system during college, instead of owning and driving a car, so I could use the transportation savings and money not spend on auto insurance to buy little luxuries, the main luxury being my high-end T.P.I grew up with decent brands of T.P. such as Cottonelle, Quilted Northern, and Scott Extra Soft in my parents’ home. While spending Summer vacations at the piney-woods villa of my millionaire grandparents, I got spoiled by their use of the really high-end brands of T.P. such as Charmin, and its competitors.Whenever I have no choice but to use a cheap, budget type of toilet paper for whatever reason, such as because I’m in a public toilet, I feel like I’m using this stuff :

Depends on how distracting the attraction and infatuation is for you. If it's not distracting enough to affect your behavior and performance in that course, then I totally recommend doing Nothing, as recommended by Shulamit W.If the attraction and infatuation is so serious that you cannot remember what was taught and you have to borrow someone else's notes because you were more focused on attractive features and/or attractive voice of the instructor, it may be a good idea to drop the course if you can afford to do so. Better to take it with a different instructor next time, because you will be able to actually focus on your studies of the material without the strong distraction of infatuation in the way.I actually chose to drop a course due to serious attraction/infatuation with the instructor, twice in my 3 yrs of college. The first time during my freshman year, the crush was on a single male English teacher who was hitting on me. He was extremely charming, super attractive and fit like any older male supermodel, and seductive (in private setting such as office hours.) He had become famous for his work, and his public speaking. I dropped that course; it was early in the course, and I got a full refund.The second time felt like it came out of nowhere, during my junior year. To my surprise (I thought I was totally 'straight')... I developed a crush on a single female, lesbian, Literature teacher who was getting sweet on me. Like the first teacher, this prof was also famous for her work. I was in awe of her having written some best-selling feminist books, and she was closely mentoring me in writing my second book. Too closely, apparently, LOL.I dropped this course too; unfortunately, it was about 60% through the semester and the college refund deadline had passed. I was earning a nice hourly wage with great benefits at the time, so I didn't mind losing 1/4 of my biweekly paycheck. A very small price to remain ethical, keep my integrity, and do the right thing. I lost tuition for 3 college hrs plus fees... No big deal, compared to possibly having an inappropriate romance with my teacher.You are not alone, and I am not judging you because I've been there. Trust your conscience, and I know you'll do the best thing necessary, depending on how strong that crush is.(Some profs sometimes do the wrong thing, and get too fresh or flirty with a student. I know this happens, unfortunately, from personal experience). If a teacher becomes inappropriately flirtatious with a student, that does not excuse the student who is flirted with behaving inappropriately in return.I reported the male prof who had been hitting on me to his dean. He got a 'wrist slap' because he had tenure.I felt uncomfortable about the idea of reporting the female prof who had been hitting on me, because reporting her might cause gay-discrimination issues to pop up for her at her job. So I did not report her. After all, the main problem with her was my response to her.Finally, I concur with Shulamit W's main point: Teachers are off limits. They should know that better than their students.