In some ways, sex between students and their professors is part of the mythology of academia. The scenario typically involves a young female student seduced by her older and more knowledgeable teacher.
Historically, male professors have considered a campus full of available young women a perk of academia.
Apologizing profusely, I fled his room to be met with the greatest shout-down of my life, where my roommates insisted that I must be an idiot (perhaps correctly) for putting his and my academic careers at risk.
He pushed me up against the wall, took of my clothes, and banged me all over his apartment.
I stayed over, happy to not be sleeping in a twin extra-long, and he took me out to breakfast the next morning, happy to be sleeping with someone who showed a little more class the next day than your typical frat bro.
These examples illustrate the application of this policy, which (as stated in II-5.3 above) applies only to relationships involving students.
However, romantic and/or sexual relationships in other contexts may also be problematic and are governed by III-8 Conflict of Interest in Employment.
The affair continued until graduation in much the same fashion: out-of-the-way bars, fun nights over, breakfasts at cafés.
This time around I went without telling my roommates, instead only confiding in a couple discreet girlfriends and using an elaborate system of code. I was nubile, nineteen, innocent (sort of), still plagued by the hangover insecurities of adolescence, five feet and five inches.It was the May of my sophomore year of college, and I had developed a friendship with one of the graduate students who lived in my dorm as an academic advisor and quasi-authority figure.I agreed, and met him there, only to be turned down due to being nineteen.We returned to his room to chat—a trek full of espionage and fire stairs to remain unseen—and I noticed a slew of text messages from my roommates.He was explaining the finer points of necessary discretion in this affair when his phone began to buzz.