A Heart-Warming Tale.





Me: I didn't know you were applying to do a Master's! That's brilliant!



Very Tall Friend: Yeah, Cultural Heritage Management.



Me: Eh?



VTF: Archeology.



Me: Oh. So are you definitely in?



VTF: I had my interview last week, and the admissions woman said she was concerned about one of my module grades from my undergraduate study, so it is all dependent on getting a really great reference from that module tutor.



Me: Honey?



VTF: Yeah?



Me: Is that the tutor that you slept with by any chance?



VTF: Yup.



Me: Congratulations then! You're in!

Comments

  1. Steve15 December 2009 at 02:03

    Surely that depends on performance? Your friend may have a scored a D!

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  2. Laura Jane Williams15 December 2009 at 02:31

    Steve- I have no doubt he was first class honors!

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  3. Steve15 December 2009 at 02:55

    So his Tutor report should read along the lines of "his work left me quivering, exhausted and wanting more"! :) superb!

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  4. Anonymous15 December 2009 at 09:15

    Whatever it takes, I've always said.

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  5. Laura Jane Williams15 December 2009 at 10:09

    Ian- well yes, I suppose that is one way of looking at things... and quite a lot of fun, too. x

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  6. Pouty Lips27 December 2009 at 07:08

    I slept with my professor and he only gave me a B. Bastard.

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