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Then from my professor.
Shit.
Prof. Wright:Lenny, come to my office when you get a chance. We need to discuss this ASAP.
Shit, shit, shit.
Being called to his office is never a good thing.
A new message comes through as I redirect myself straight to professor Wright’s office.
Nick:You’re amazing. I love the article!
Nick:I’m sorry for being a dick yesterday. Can we talk later?
I can’t even wrap my head around what Nick wants. Him being hot and cold with me is messing with my head and right now I have to handle being called to my professor’s office.
Professor Wright is head of the Journalism Department and head of the school newsletter. He’s usually very hands off, and lets the students step into roles like editing and proofreading. He only steps in when absolutely necessary or when we ask for his help.
During my first year, I used to go through articles I wrote with him before submitting them. Everyone did their first semester at least, just to get his feedback.
I knock on his door and wait for him to answer. At first I thought I missed him. Maybe he has a class, then again, his posted schedule says he should be here. I listen and hear his voice talking on the phone.
I wait until I hear a gruff “Come In, Miss. Briggs.”
Miss. Briggs?
I’m dead.
He’s going to kick me off the newsletter, maybe even out of the department.
I slowly step in and take one of the open seats in front of his desk.
Professor Wright is a middle-aged man, always well put together in a plaid button up, with a cardigan over slacks. His hair is always neat and I’ve never seen him without his signature mustache.
He takes off his small glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.
“Lenny.” He says my name with a sigh before he looks up at me. “Why didn’t you come to me first?”
I shrug and I honestly don’t know what he wants me to say. He’s always taught us to use our words, they are the greatest weapon we have at defending ourselves. I didn’t want to come to him with something so trivial as my feud with Dustin.
“I’m getting calls from all the female professors disappointed that I won’t let you cover the men’s hockey games.” He shakes his head in disbelief.
“Oh,” I say in shock.
I didn’t think it was his fault.
I know it’s not his fault. We’ve talked about how he asked Dustin to get me to cover games. I mean, we didn’t really talk about it. He told me and I just nodded at him.
“Oh, is right. I’ve told Dustin to get you to cover them with him since that article you wrote with Marie, but he said you turned it down? Was that not true?” He looks at me sideways.
“It’s not. He never asked me.” I admit fidgeting my hands on my lap.
He grumbles something under his breath that sounds like a slur of curses, but I can’t fully make it out.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to get anyone in trouble, I just wanted to be heard.” I defend myself.
I really didn’t mean to get my professor in trouble. That’s the last thing I wanted to do.
