Embracing German 101: A Story of Self-Discovery and Forbidden Attraction
Miss Emma Rose
I scrunched my nose at the heavy textbook I pulled from the cheap plastic bag. “Jesus Emma,” My roommate Katie snorted as she caught a glimpse of the thickly bound book. “I told you that you should have just taken a history course instead.”
We both had the same Arts major, but instead of having the same elective as her, I chose to go with something a little more challenging, German. After flipping through the textbook I was starting to think I might have taken on a bit more than I could handle.
Katie’s annoying little jab was rattling the last of my nerves. We both had our electives in an hour and I was still panicking about the content. It seemed the professor was trying to cover a huge amount for the small semester that we had. I had picked up a bit of the language from my fluent and friendly neighbor, but that was years ago.
I shoved the textbook into my backpack and went to inspect myself in the mirror before we left. I fiddled with my hair for a moment, it was a bit past my shoulders all chestnut and curls and at that moment it was a bit wild looking. I tuned sideways to inspect my outfit, a plain pair of jeans and a nice red blouse. I readjusted my bra to make my B breasts appear a bit more full .I had just noticed that my blouse had a bit of lint sticking to it. I picked a bit of it off before I heard Katie kick the door. “We don’t have time for all that!”
“All of what?” I impatiently hollered through the door as I continued picking off bits of lint on the hem of my shirt.
“Your freak out session, you are going to be fine Emma, I am just giving you a hard time.” She said, her voice softening a bit. “You are a top student, you know that.”
I sighed as I gazed at my own reflection; a pair of nervous brown eyes peered back. “Alright,” I said, defeated. “Let’s go then.”
Glengall building, where my class was being held, was only a short walk away from residence commons so Katie and I quickly parted. It was a part of the old side of campus where most of the buildings were originally built when the university was first established. I weaved in and out of the first day of class buzz as I navigated my way to my classroom. I was only five minutes early but there was no sign of the professor. Unfortunately the class was relatively full so I was stuck sitting in the front row along with a couple of other stragglers.
As I took my seat a man in his early forties rolled a covered trolley in. He had a shag of graying dirty blond hair that came down to his ears and a full beard that had silver whiskers along with his natural color. He would have easily towered over my 5’6 height and he was wearing brown trousers with a corduroy blazer over a white dress shirt. He had an impressive body for a man his age, he was toned, but not to muscular. I had a suspicion that if he took off his shirt there would be a hard stomach underneath. With a little kick the door closed behind him and he straightened his burgundy tie as he flashed a brilliant smile while surveying his class.
He wrote ‘Dr. Nikolas Kirsch’ in chalk across the blackboard and German 101 beneath it. “Do you know what I wish for you to take with you when you leave here at THE END
I scrunched my nose at the heavy textbook I pulled from the cheap plastic bag. “Jesus Emma,” My roommate Katie snorted as she caught a glimpse of the thickly bound book. “I told you that you should have just taken a history course instead.”
We both had the same Arts major, but instead of having the same elective as her, I chose to go with something a little more challenging, German. After flipping through the textbook I was starting to think I might have taken on a bit more than I could handle.
Katie’s annoying little jab was rattling the last of my nerves. We both had our electives in an hour and I was still panicking about the content. It seemed the professor was trying to cover a huge amount for the small semester that we had. I had picked up a bit of the language from my fluent and friendly neighbor, but that was years ago.
I shoved the textbook into my backpack and went to inspect myself in the mirror before we left. I fiddled with my hair for a moment, it was a bit past my shoulders all chestnut and curls and at that moment it was a bit wild looking. I tuned sideways to inspect my outfit, a plain pair of jeans and a nice red blouse. I readjusted my bra to make my B breasts appear a bit more full .I had just noticed that my blouse had a bit of lint sticking to it. I picked a bit of it off before I heard Katie kick the door. “We don’t have time for all that!”
“All of what?” I impatiently hollered through the door as I continued picking off bits of lint on the hem of my shirt.
“Your freak out session, you are going to be fine Emma, I am just giving you a hard time.” She said, her voice softening a bit. “You are a top student, you know that.”
I sighed as I gazed at my own reflection; a pair of nervous brown eyes peered back. “Alright,” I said, defeated. “Let’s go then.”
Glengall building, where my class was being held, was only a short walk away from residence commons so Katie and I quickly parted. It was a part of the old side of campus where most of the buildings were originally built when the university was first established. I weaved in and out of the first day of class buzz as I navigated my way to my classroom. I was only five minutes early but there was no sign of the professor. Unfortunately the class was relatively full so I was stuck sitting in the front row along with a couple of other stragglers.
As I took my seat a man in his early forties rolled a covered trolley in. He had a shag of graying dirty blond hair that came down to his ears and a full beard that had silver whiskers along with his natural color. He would have easily towered over my 5’6 height and he was wearing brown trousers with a corduroy blazer over a white dress shirt. He had an impressive body for a man his age, he was toned, but not to muscular. I had a suspicion that if he took off his shirt there would be a hard stomach underneath. With a little kick the door closed behind him and he straightened his burgundy tie as he flashed a brilliant smile while surveying his class.
He wrote ‘Dr. Nikolas Kirsch’ in chalk across the blackboard and German 101 beneath it. “Do you know what I wish for you to take with you when you leave here at THE END
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