The Professor and the Undergrad

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My mother slept with a professor for 21 years and no one raised an eyebrow.

Well, perhaps if she hadn't and studied instead, she'd have passed the course on the fourth or fifth try instead of retaking it for more than two decades.

She applied to LSU after my youngest sister graduated high school. She had to provide a high school transcript from 1949. All it took was a letter to her high school. Although my father was professor of Civil Engineering and her major was Human Engineering(used to be called Home Economics), she used the "sleeping with a professor" joke whenever possible. It's the kind of thing one gets used to when you have pervy parents like mine.