My Lesbian Professor

The year was 2006. We were so eager and enthusiastic to our new subject: Parasitology and Microbiology. At last we got the opportunity to study bacteria and at least it made us a little optimistic towards discovering a new breed. We were all excited as we entered Room 112 and as we all settled to our chairs, chats and laughter and eventually noise started to overcome the silence that once enveloped the old and lonely room. As expected, we shared all the stories we made during our 2-month vacation and as the conversations continued, the noise also continued until..

"She's coming", a student from outside the room interrupted. Silence regained its power inside the room and in seconds, we saw 50-60 year old woman in brown pants and faded shirt. Her hair is brown but the prominence of white strands really indicate that the woman was already in her old age. I might be wrong in using "old age" because 50 year old people are not that old looking yet but the woman by the door of our room seemed an exception for she really looked old to us. Her eyes have little black liners on its edges and her lips were covered with a darker kind of a classic lipstick. Wrinkles were also prominent on her face. She has glaring rings on both fingers of both hands and her earrings glared as the sunlight stroked it.

"....." She started to say words. Her voice was husky and seemed like someone who was drunk that just woke up. As she talked, we didnt realize that she was the professor that all those juniors and seniors were talking about. Prior to our first encounter with the professor, we already heard many stories about her; gruesome stories as I described it to a friend.

Years ago, the professor has a special someone who was also her student. She and the student started right. The student was also a woman. At first, the secret relationship went smooth flowing until the eventual encounters went heavy for the student. At one time, they had a quarrel and after it, news just spread that the student committed a suicide. Some said that she was shot. Some say she was tortured. Some say this and some say that. Vague stories started to surface and its breeze went on and on until it arrived on our time. What they told us was that the student committed suicide due to the pressures and downbeat demands of the lesbian professor. For we are vulnerable to believe something, we believed what we heard. And eventually, the story went clearer to all of us.

As the professor continued to say all the sorts of speaking in front of us, we unintentionally directed our eyes to her hands. We didnt know the exact reason but all of us felt the same. It seemed that those hands were on for a very hard curse. And yes, the curse indeed started. She divided us into groups and each group was demanded of very expensive group requirements. Those requirements included an expensive pesticide, an equipment that can only be bought from her stocks, and many more that I cannot barely recall now. On that time, we never expected that we need to put out a large amount of money. We were only being supported by our meager parents and all of our allowance were being budgeted to last for the week and considering that we were on a public school, we really expected that we wont be sought for such very expensive equipment and requirements.

For all the ill operations that our professor put upon us, I wish to declare here - but allow me to focus to the mother of all the fatalities! She demanded us to buy her pathetic workbooks/manuals! This operation has become a tradition to all the classes that were under her from the past until on our time. The most irritating part was that those workbooks/manuals were 4 volumes and each costs 300 pesos! (6 US Dollars) Here in the Philippines, 300 pesos is already a big money! And what really pissed us off was that her manuals where just photocopied or RISO type. The paper was not of good quality and we practically calculated the total cost as we compared it to a normal photocopy cost and it only reached 50 pesos! Wow! In each manual, she gains 250 pesos! And we searched a 300-peso book in a bookstore and we were surprised to see that the book was already beautiful in terms of paper quality and the cover. We were astonished how cripple minded our professor was! She even doomed us that if ever we will not buy her manuals, we will be cut off from the class. Though she didnt directly said such words, she implied such intention indirectly.. She uses cunning words that will surely put her on safe grounds whenever a particular student complains on the legalities of her operations. So, we had no choice but to purchase her 4 workbooks/manuals that were simply photocopied! Horrible indeed!


2 of her 4 manuals. I cant find the other 2 probably they were already thrown or used as a fire starter in the stove.





The pages of her manuals are so simple and RISO only. In other words, they were just like photocopied.








She intentionally made prints on the front of each page only so that the manuals will look bulky and as if so many facts and lessons were written to them.



And when the semester ended. we were all so happy because at last we were out of her grasps. We literally celebrated our freedom! At last we were out of captivity! Nevertheless, the witty professor seemed to have the last laugh as she hold out our final grades. We will have an added points if we do a certain project. . and that project was again so EXPENSIVE and it really made no worth and advantage to us but all to her!


Until now, I am still wondering why the professor still retains her status in the university. Until now, she is still damaging the motivation of every student because of her stupid manuals! and until now, that gruesome story still echoes secretly in the air...


Until now...there is still no one dared step up to face the lesbian professor.