Chapter 68
Best teacher I've ever had, but make one dumb mistake and she'll eviscerate you, wrote a commenter on ratemyprofessor.com. I scrolled through the other comments for Dr. Gelman and found similar sentiments. Her academic page at Ben Gurion University in Be'er-Sheva, Israel was populated with lists and lists of her articles on climate change, and her photo showed a woman in her mid-sixties with leathery olive skin, white streaking her black hair, and a no-nonsense expression.
I liked her already.
The rest of my day included last-minute trips to the mall and my parents' place to raid my closet for some Samson-attracting clothes, memorizing the list of demons and their various known traits to the best of my ability, then obsessively checking to see if the scientist had replied to my meeting request.
She hadn't, so I decided to call Leo. My bestie answered the phone sounding more subdued than usual.
"Oh, no. Did your date with the soulful poet go badly?"