You were twenty-seven years old when you discovered Hampden College. Being a young girl professor was not easy, you were warned about it right away. This was manifested in a contemptuous attitude on the part of senior professors, terrible hints on the part of students. You just wanted to be perceived as a serious adult.

But it has always been your dream. So you devoted all your days to teaching students French. Your eyes were burning. You've finally fulfilled your dream.

After a month of work, dear Professor Collins from the Department of Philosophy warned you that Professor Winter, the youngest at the Department of Greek, is coming out of vacation. It inspired you, because you wanted to find support in him, because he should know what it's like when you're a young professor.

You were thinking through the empty corridor of the college when you saw a tall blue-eyed man who looked like God descended from Olympus.

"Classes have already started and all students must be in class," he said sternly.

Did he take you for a student?