The One Where I Mustn't Be Left Alone With Professors

I'm in my classroom, alone, minding my own business. In walks the prof.

"You're early!"

(I wasn't).

"I'm hiding from the snow."

"You'll like today's class, we're doing your favourite subject."

"What, boobs?"

"I was thinking Britain."

IT JUST SLIPPED OUT. I HAD NO CONTROL.

In other Hannah-professor interactions news, I'm in Anderson's office and she asks me to get the kettle because I'm "British and know what to do with kettles." I'm inferring from that that Canadians don't know what to do with kettles.

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