Can't live with 'em. Can't live without 'em.
It had been two years since Hank's death. I was halfway through my sophomore year at SUNY, already successful in ways that my professors only dreamed I could be. In ways that I, frankly, only dreamed I could be. I was already being tested and groomed for my current position, though I didn't know it at the time. Some of SUNY's top criminology professors have a strong connection with ICC. I mentored under one of them. He was brilliant, ruthless, demanding, and incredibly stubborn. I learned more from him than I've learned from anyone. If I stay alive now, and if I succeed now, I owe it mostly to him.
But the real reason for reminiscence right now, dearest diary, revolves around one of the classes I was taking under him that quarter. Criminology 202: Follow the Yellow Brick Road, to be precise. We'll call this professor simply "Red," because that was what most of his closest students knew him as. He had a mop of bright, auburn hair...hence the nickname. Red also had a somewhat sick addiction to "The Wizard of Oz." In fact, I think that he would've married any one of the main characters had they asked him (he was also famously bi-sexual). Now the Scarecrow I get. Something sexy about all that straw. And the lion...with all of those muscles. Rrawr. And even the Wizard himself. Sure, he didn't have any TRUE power. But the man was a genius. Genius USUALLY means somewhat-skilled in bed. Usually. But the Tin Man? Come on. Who the hell wants to snuggle up to a scrap heap? Yes, there are advantages, including the notion that he'd always have a hard....right. We'll just stop right there, as I realized what Red actually saw in him.
Excuse me as I go vomit.
And of course, I'm disgressing. Back to the class. In the class, we learned about following the bricks of a criminal's brain. How to guesstimate their next move. How to try and understand what their logic might be. It was interesting, and I loved every minute of it. I, like my fellow classmates, often showed up early and stayed late to chat and converse with Red (and each other). I developed many good acquaintances in this manner. Besides Melinda, who I kept me sane, I refrained from close relationships. I was still destroyed from Hank, and honestly...I didn't know if I COULD love again.
But then came Simon.
And I think the explanation of Simon shall have to wait until my stomach is done curdling from thoughts of Red and the Tin Man. So, my dumpling, hold this thought. I'll come back to it soon.
But the real reason for reminiscence right now, dearest diary, revolves around one of the classes I was taking under him that quarter. Criminology 202: Follow the Yellow Brick Road, to be precise. We'll call this professor simply "Red," because that was what most of his closest students knew him as. He had a mop of bright, auburn hair...hence the nickname. Red also had a somewhat sick addiction to "The Wizard of Oz." In fact, I think that he would've married any one of the main characters had they asked him (he was also famously bi-sexual). Now the Scarecrow I get. Something sexy about all that straw. And the lion...with all of those muscles. Rrawr. And even the Wizard himself. Sure, he didn't have any TRUE power. But the man was a genius. Genius USUALLY means somewhat-skilled in bed. Usually. But the Tin Man? Come on. Who the hell wants to snuggle up to a scrap heap? Yes, there are advantages, including the notion that he'd always have a hard....right. We'll just stop right there, as I realized what Red actually saw in him.
Excuse me as I go vomit.
And of course, I'm disgressing. Back to the class. In the class, we learned about following the bricks of a criminal's brain. How to guesstimate their next move. How to try and understand what their logic might be. It was interesting, and I loved every minute of it. I, like my fellow classmates, often showed up early and stayed late to chat and converse with Red (and each other). I developed many good acquaintances in this manner. Besides Melinda, who I kept me sane, I refrained from close relationships. I was still destroyed from Hank, and honestly...I didn't know if I COULD love again.
But then came Simon.
And I think the explanation of Simon shall have to wait until my stomach is done curdling from thoughts of Red and the Tin Man. So, my dumpling, hold this thought. I'll come back to it soon.
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