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Funny Stories ›› Funny drunk stories ›› funny drunk stories 159 My College Pour-fessor I go to a very small college. As a result, I tend to spend a lot of social time with the professors in my department. After an evening reading group that consisted of two professors and a handful of students, one professor invites us to his house for an end of the semester drink or two. As I get to the professor's house, I realize that all of the students decided not to show up leaving myself and the two professors, plus one visiting professor from a near-by school. I feel a little out of place to begin with but soon loosen up after having a bourbon at my professor's insistence.
After my second drink more people show up.. more professors from my college. Then a feeling washes over me that can only be described as abject horror when I realize that not only am I the only undergraduate in a party of 15, I am the only person in the house without a Ph.D. while being rather drunk. The entire time I am navigating through this party while trying desperately not to embarrass myself with a mouth that suddenly can't shut up I am having drinks put into my hand by the professor who is hosting the party while grinning all the while. The worst part is that I don't exactly remember all that was said or done by myself during the party, and my professors won't return my email. Perhaps I will transfer. |