Strange Encounters Part 2

I was your typical headstrong argumentative student and I had heated arguments with one of my lecturers. He was an Indian chap and was just as opinionated as I was. We would regularly bump into each other, both in town and in the Law department, he would smile and say hello but his friendliness was never reciprocated.

Towards the end of my final year at uni, i had a number of issues and whenever they came about my lecturer would turn up at the last moment and save the day. There were times that he would walk into 24 hour library and give me tips, the strange thing was that he would always ignore the other students. The night before my very last exam, I felt a familiar tightness in my chest and i knew that my asthma had started playing up again. Unfortunately for me i had misplaced my inhaler and the attack was getting worse by the minute. I managed to call an ambulance my vision got blurry.

When I regained consciousness I was in a hospital with and strapped to a heart monitor. I immediately panicked as i had an exam the next morning, I got into a near scuffle with the doctor and two nurses as i wanted to discharge myself and the felt it was best to keep me over night for observation. The doctor had to relent and pleaded with me to return to the hospital that very night. I discharged myself, walked 45 minutes to my place, packed my books up and walked back to the hospital, studied all night and made my way to the exam hall.

A week later, I bumped into my Lecturer and the first thing he did was pull me aside and inquire about my health. I wondered how he knew about it, and he mentioned that he had taken my health into account when marking my paper, but i had to inform the university in writing. How did he know? How come he was so helpful.

Following my graduation, i approached another lecturer to write a reference for me, I trusted that this lecturer would be fair to me as we had what i thought was a good relationship. The man agreed and I picked up a sealed envelope containing my reference. As I was walking out of the Law building, my mysterious friend turns up and inquires as to what was in the envelope.

"It is a reference from Professor Dickhead" I said.

"Go home and read it first" he said. "And come and see me tomorrow, I will write you another one"

I got home and Professor Dick head was far from complimentary about my attitude. Once again my friend saved me

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The following day, I picked up the new reference and asked him why he was so helpful.

"Boorish, you do not know this", he said smiling and pulling at his beard. "Neither do i expect you to understand, but we have been friends for many decades". "I know you well"...........................

What do you guys think?