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My Student Got Me
(Just Bae)

Professor Clyde Remington noticed that every year there were more students from India on campus, not only the foreign exchange students, but the sons and daughters of immigrants and refugees seeking a better life in good old America. At one time, there had been much fewer. However, they were good students seeming that all they were automated to study. These kids only lived to study and study more. Professor Remington pictured their little brown fingers diddling their privates in a feeble effort to release sexual tensions between their tests and term papers.

Meanwhile, Prisha Patel was on her way to her favorite class, taught by her instructor, Professor Remington. She liked him and smiled at him whenever she saw him, and sometimes her professor smiled back. That made her feel good. She was born in America and wanted to be just like the other students, even if it meant fighting with her traditional parents. They told her very firmly that boyfriends were not permitted. Prisha's job was to study. Then, after she graduated, they would arrange a suitable marriage for her. Her parents even directed her to major in psychology. Failure was a disgrace to them; it was abdominable. They would simply not accept failure. Anyone like Prisha had no other life outside their books and schoolwork.

According to Professor Remington, the Indians ate strange food, were standoffish and did not mix in well with the other students at the university. Their Indo-British accents grated his ears, and the females were even worse; sounding like they were whining. To him, they even smelled funny, picking up every bad aspect of their former colonialists, the British who to Professor Remington converted them into annoying vices. He also believed that their relentless drudgery earned them the top grades, depriving real Americans their proper reward in the college.

Prisha Patel liked Professor Remington because he epitomized what she liked about her country: the informality, the individuality, the freedom. She hoped that she and her professor could meet in a more informal setting. She daydreamed in class how would cute and charming her teacher really was and maybe even...Her heart fluttered with secret yearnings. Prisha wanted nothing to do with her family's arranged marriage attempts. Honestly, she wanted an American husband!

And so the story goes...