Genvieve
Sitting in my psych class taught by the delectable Dr. Jessop, I can't help but notice the way that an odd number of stares seem to be focused on me. Some people are making a sideways glance while others are out and out staring. I think that I'm even pulling some of the good professor's female attention in my direction. We're about halfway through the course when Dr. Jessop drops his papers to the desk with an unnecessary flourish to underscore his irritation, folds his arms and casts his gaze over the students seated in the hall.
"Alright. I don't think we're going to get anywhere else until we talk about the elephant in the room, so we're going to talk about it right now, and then we're leaving it in the past. By a show of hands, who here has listened to the Serial podcast?"
