Massachusetts Institute of Technology
ACADEMIC CALENDAR 2002-2003
FALL TERM
SEPTEMBER 2 Monday Labor Day-Holiday
3 Tuesday REGISTRATION DAY—Fall Term
DEADLINE FOR FINAL-TERM SENIORS to
complete Writing Requirement or submit petition
(and register for appropriate writing subject)
$40 Late Fee
4 Wednesday FIRST DAY OF CLASSES
Hayden Cafe was Anakin's favourite cafe on campus and it seemed to be Padmé's as well, from her student days on. It was crowded that morning. Yes, the first day of the fall semester is always a little bit different.
Anakin stood impatient in the long line to get his first coffee of the day, still tasting the toothpaste in his mouth. To buy and devour cheese and ham bagel before class started, was like a ritual.
In front of him was a girl, or woman if you will, he only saw her back, but even that a little he saw, was beautiful. Her long, curly hair, which almost covered her back, smelled of spring flowers on a sunny morning. Someone pushed him from behind and his chest was pressed against her shoulders, his hips against her lower back.
"Sorry."
"You better be careful." She said coldly.
He was the well-known university playboy, everyone had known him for three years. He was called Adonis of MIT. No woman could resist him, he was known beyond the campus, he was on the road …a lot. Discos, bars, nightclubs or lounges, you could meet him everywhere and he was never alone, always in the company of mostly beautiful young women.
...but this woman didn't even give him a smile, she even seemed annoyed. That alone piqued his interest, albeit unconsciously. He didn't even get around to ordering the coffee, before interest turned to desire. He came closer, so close he felt her against him again and his jeans tightened. She took half a step forward and turned around.
She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
"What do you think you're doing, or what do you think I am, a hooker?"
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "No, you are a true angel, but even angels need love...and I was just thinking about how much I would like to have you between my sheets. I would fuck you to oblivion and back, I'm good in it."
"I waive Mr. ... whatever your name is, I don't need a fuck and I recommend to go in a gym, work out your sexual frustrations and when your testosterone level comes down again, try to think about your behavior, it is more than obscene."
"Why so dismissive, I would make it nice to you, you would never forget it."
"Enough !"
It was her turn, she took a coffee latte, paid and made her way to the wide staircase to the first floor.
Anakin looked after her, surprised at being rejected, hoping for a next time. Giving up wasn't an option for him, he always got what he wanted.
He quickly ate the bagel and sipped the coffee, he took with.
The classroom was already full. He found a seat somewhere in the middle, how good that someone he knew was already sitting there.
"Hi Rex, everything OK. ?"
"OK. and with you?"
"What can I tell you, one sweet bunny just dumped me cold."
"Ouch...really? You? Is she blind, walking around with a cane?"
Anakin laughed, still not believing what happened to him. "If that were so, I would understand, but no, she already saw me clearly."
"In that case, I have no explanation."
At that moment the door opened and the professor came in. She had just become the assistant professor, her first semester, teaching management.
She put her bag down on the desk and briefly looked over the classroom. "Good morning. My name is Padmé Amidala Naberrie, I'm your Professor of course in Management this semester. We'll start with easy things today and will increase from class to class….."
Anakin stopped listening, he was totally gone, totally somewhere else. How could this happen to him? Rejected OK. , but being rejected by professor, not knowing that she is a professor? That was a moderate catastrophe now, no, that was a mighty catastrophe.
"Holy shit ! Rex, I turned professor on earlier, pretty much…uh, obscene."
"Shit man, you are out."
"I'm afraid, I am."
He decided to go to her right after class ended, for to apologize.
When the class was over and the students were pouring out, Anakin ran after professor and cut her the way. He stood in front of her and looked into her eyes. They almost made him forget what he wanted to say. Nonetheless.
"Professor Naberrie, I'm really sorry that I was so abusive and turned on you so rudely, that's just not my style, I don't know what got into me...You stood there so beautiful and I...uh, am I out yet?" he grimaced, so begging, pleading.
"Stop it. Pull yourself together and study hard. You are not out, if you learn in the future twice as hard as before... what was your name?"
"Anakin...Skywalker, Ma'am."
"Then, have a productive day, Mr. Skywalker. See you next Wednesday."
"Yes, see you next Wednesday...I can't wait..."
But she was already gone and probably didn't heard it...probably...but she did.
So, it was him, Adonis of MIT , that all female students in the corridors were whispering about...and even some of female professors.
She remembered the time as she was doctorand. She heard a lot about him, but they never met. Funny. Anyway, she doesn't want anything from him…..but he is beautiful, an example of perfect manhood. Stop it, she thought, he's a student in your class and you're his professor, damn Padmé, don't act like a teenager. What did he say, he wanted her between his sheets, to fuck her to oblivion and back, make it wonderful to her... what else had he offered? Only some of that she would like now, what does he look like naked... for sure... oh God, Padmé, where are you going with this, into your ruin? Pull yourself together...and besides, he's so young, at least five years younger, do you want to do it with kids now?...stop it, stop!
She straightened her hair, her dress and entered the classroom. The next class.
Anakin still stood there watching her go away, still dazed by her perfume, by her beauty. What happened all of a sudden? Recap. He met a beautiful woman; nothing special, there are so many beautiful women in the world... but this one was extraordinarily beautiful. He was trying to flirt, no, he had hit on her rudely; she rejected him. Never happened. A little later he had to realize that she is his professor; not good, no chance for success. Success, what a success? Does he want to fuck her, just fuck once and you're done? Somehow not, there was more beneath the surface. This woman was different. She was a bit older, more mature, yes, she must have been a few years older than him... as if that made any difference. OK. , she was older than him, but not old. Maybe that's the appeal, huh? Now… do you like older women Anakin, he wondered. You can't know unless you try it.
Enough daydreaming, pull yourself together, the next one, old Mace Windu, major class. Concentration.
His roommates Rex and Cody were already at home when he wandered in absentmindedly.
"Hi Anakin, Rex told me a strange story, someone turned you down and that someone is none other than Professor Naberrie. Oh boy ! Didn't you know who she is?"
"Should I have known?"
"So yes, she is well known, because of her, men are committing suicide in droves. OK. , not literally, but there are rumors from her student days and when she was doctorand, that even good old Kenobi was on fire."
"No, it is not truth ! Kenobi? He is the block of ice itself. Keep telling. Now I am curious."
"Well, but I don't know that firsthand, some of it may be fictional. She was dating a fellow student, his name was Palo Jemabie..."
"Isn't that the trendy painter exhibiting at Krakow's Witkin Gallery at the moment?"
"Since when you know about galleries?"
"Surprise, what?"
"...whatever, just that one. So. They dated for a year and then she left him for Rush Clovis, so that Palo wanted to jump into the Charles River."
"And who is Rush Clovis?"
"My gosh, Anakin, where are you living...beyond the moon? He is a lawyer, a little older, in his mid-thirties, and was the mayor's personal assistant at the time. Professor Naberrie's father was, and still is, a member of the city council and that Rush Clovis threatened Miss Naberrie that, if she breaks up with him, he will make her father very difficult. Well, he cheated on her and she exposed him, publicly, and that's how their affair ended on the front page of Boston Globe. After that came some insignificant men, whom she had turned their heads of, but none managed to jump into the Charles River, despite the announcement. Well, she's single now, but please keep your hands of, we don't want to have to fish you out of the Charles River."
"I can swim, but Milady's history is impressive."
"A lot like yours, except you're not on the front page of Boston's the most important newspaper."
"Sorry guys, I have to study now."
"Uuuh, we're only through the first day. Are you OK.?"
"She said I'll have to work twice as hard as before, if I don't want to be out. I take it seriously."
Anakin dreamed of her every night, it was agony. In the solitude of his room, he found relief putting the hand on his aching erection…. embarrassing because he needed it, disgusting because he was thinking of her. He imagined her there, beneath him, moaning. That wasn't right. She wasn't just any girl from campus. A little more respect for who she is, what she is, what she has achieved. He scolded himself. He thought, finish your studies, find a decent job, and then you can approach her without any barriers. He made up his mind…but what until then? Sweet Dreams…
Next Wednesday couldn't come fast enough. He was back in the long line for coffee and bagels, when a familiar voice spoke to him.
"Well, Mr. Skywalker, are you up to the challenge of working twice as much, or should I write you off, right away?"
He turned around. Professor Naberrie. "Oh...yes Ma'am, I'm willing...to do anything you ask." And a cheeky grin spread across his face.
"With that attitude I can read on your face, you won't get far with me, Mr. Skywalker."
"Just call me Anakin...Ma'am."
"No, that would be too confidential and I cannot choose you over the other students."
He looked her straight in the eyes and smiled. "It would be nice if you could."
"Are you flirting with me?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"Oh no, I'd be much too frightened to flirt with a professor."
"Not a trace of fear...but I think it's your turn to get your coffee and bagel."
"How do you know what I wanted to buy?"
"I am an attentive professor."
"The usual, Anakin, or do you have any extra wishes...perhaps?" asked the pretty blonde at the register, a third-semester student who, like everyone on the scholarship, had an assigned job to do.
"No thanks, I have everything I need." He said disinterestedly. She's been in his bed before, or he was in hers, he couldn't remember, was not matter. The only thing he could think about, was behind him. When she was around, it was like he had a fever. Desire, desire for the forbidden, just physically...and another weird feeling, undefined.
In the classroom he found Rex again and sat down next to him. In the next moment the professor entered the classroom.
"Good morning. Today we're going to take the easy task of management, period: human resources and management tasks." As she made the announcement, she turned on her laptop and projected the schematic to the large wall of monitors behind her.
Rex raised his hand.
"You have a question, Mr. ?"
"Kamino, Ma'am... yes I have. Looking at these six building blocks, I wonder where I would start. On recruitment… maybe?"
Anakin raised his hand as well.
"You also have a question Mr. Skywalker?"
At least she remembers my name, he thought... "No, I just wanted to say that it would be logical to start with necessary." He smiled, knowing he was right.
"We're not in a colloquium here and I don't want to structure this class like that, but questions are allowed. Thank you Mr. Skywalker for answering the question on my behalf, that is absolutely correct."
It felt good when she had praised him, even if he couldn't show how good he was prepared. That will come, he will pass the exam in December.
Anakin rarely went to the parties now, twins Rex and Cody noticed and dared to ask.
"What's the matter with you Skywalker? I haven't seen you with a girl since the term started, and you rarely come to parties. You were the mood maker, partying, picking up and getting laid with everyone that came your way and now you just go to workouts, sit in your room and stick your head in your books, and if you come to a party, you use the opportunity to get drunk and go home to sleep. Hey, life is passing you by."
"Well, one can change, Cody."
"...or something has changed."
"Possible…"
"Anakin, this goes wrong. Forget her, don't do anything stupid."
"I don't do anything stupid, it is still allowed to dream, right?"
"As long as you only dream..."
"Let's change the subject, bro."
"OK. , OK. I'm just saying."
"Thank you for your care."
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Best regards from Germany