.A VERY BEAUTIFUL STORY.
My name is Charlie . I am a woman .l
am 37 years old.
I have blond hair and blue eyes. Some
People say I am pretty .
I work as a professor .
I teach economics at a big college.I like my job very much. My students are young. They have a lot of energy .
My life is usually very quiet. I go to work every day . After work, I come home.I read books .
I have some friends, but I am not dating anyone. I am single. Sometimes
I feel a little lonely in my quiet life .
This semester , a new student came
into my economics class. His name is
Mike. He is very young.
He is only 19 years old. He has dark
Hair and a nice smile. He always site in
a chair near the front of the room.
Mike is a clever student. He
Understands economics well. He asks
Good questions about the lessons. But
Sometimes,
I see him looking at me. He looks at me when I am teaching. He looks at me when I am writing on the board.
It is a different way of looking. It is not
Like how the other students look at
Me. It is a look I notice.
Two
After class, Mike often stayed. Other. students left quickly , but Mike waited.
He always had something to say to me.
It was usually about the lesson, but sometimes it was more.
He would look at me and smile."professor Charlie, " your lecture today was really interesting. You explain things very well. "His eyes looked friendly when he said this.
Another time he said, " You look very nice today , professor . I like that color on you. "
He said it quietly , and I felt my face get warm. I was surprised by his words. He was my student.
He was only 19 years old. My mind started to think. Charlie , be careful, I told myself. This is not right.
He was too young for me , and I was his profession . There was a rule about this.
It was wrong to have these kinds of talks.
When he tried to talk about things that were not economics, I tried to stop him.
" Mike, " I would say, making my voice sound strong. " Do you have a question about the lesson ?
We should talk about economics ."
I wanted to be professional. I needed to set a clear line. I told him:
" My personal life is my own, Mike, and yours is yours." I tried to show him that our talks must only be about college and lessons. I tried to push away the strenge feeling his words gave me. But it was difficult.
A small part of me felt a little bit happy when he said nice things. It had been a long time since sometime paid me this kind of attention.
If felt nice to be noticed. But I knew it was a bad idea. I knew I had to be strong. I had to be careful .