rSlash - r/Prorevenge My Professor Blackmailed Me For S**, So I Blackmailed The Dean

Episode Date: March 28, 2021

r/Prorevenge In today's episode, OP is struggling with some of the worst professors imaginable. He's got one professor, professor sleazy, who has a habit of making passes at young male students. He has another professor who treats her students unfairly and hands out grades based on favoritism. Eventually, one of his professors makes the mistake of propositioning him through email, so OP takes the email to the dean and threatens to destroy the school's reputation. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Black Friday continues a real Canadian Superstore with deals on electronics, home, and holiday staples, like lean ground beef at $368.00, and 10 pounds of farmer's market care at Sir Ineens at $3.99. Until November 29th, see fly for details. Welcome to R-Slash, a podcast where I read the best post from across Reddit. Today's subreddit is R-Slash Pro Revenge, where OP costs a company over $10 million. Our next Reddit post is from snittle. In 2013, my dad passed away when my brother and I were on vacation. I was in Spain and my brother was in Canada and we had to get back to Australia.

My travel insurance was dodgy, but eventually they paid out after a few complaints, which is pretty standard practice. My brother tried to claim $9,000 in his insurance. He could only get one emergency seat on a bunch of connecting flights, so between that, the funeral and other cancellations, it all added up. Surprising no one, his claim was rejected. Back then, there wasn't a regulating authority that dealt with travel insurance companies, or if there was, we had no idea what it was.

So my brother went through the usual hurdles involved with the appeals and complaint process. Eventually, they told him that his claim for 9,326 dollars was rejected and their determination was final. So back then, companies didn't really have Twitter handles, especially not insurance companies. So my brother, EverTheTroll, created a Twitter handle in this insurance company's name, complete with their official logo. He quickly said about gaining thousands of followers

and legitimately began answering their questions with truthful albeit quite negative responses. For example, he would get a question like, my daughter and I went and traveled to Paris. What insurance coverage would you recommend? My brother would say, we recommend you take the premium for our comprehensive coverage and burn it. We don't like to pay out on any insurance because it upsets our shareholders.

Have fun in Paris. The insurance company got winded this and sent to Macisa and to Sisletter. My brother counter offered with a contract for the company to purchase a Twitter account for the very reasonable price of $9,326. They agreed. Our next credit posted from Iris Zombieman. Two years ago, I sold a motorcycle on Craigslist. The guy who bought it was in his early 20s and he didn't bring any writing gear with him.

He said that he left his writing gear at home and he saw my ad while he was at work. I rode the bike down the street and back form. He said it sounded fine. Long story short, I let him talk me down to a hundred bucks because he seemed like a nice kid. I rode the bike to a sister's house form and had my wife follow to pick me up. The next day, my motorcycle is back on Craigslist. For $500 more than what I was originally asking.

And worst of all, he was using my pictures. I'm a professional photographer. I've had my photos on magazine covers. I was okay with a douchebag kid counting me and flipping the bike, but not with using my pictures. So I sent him a text telling him to take the add down and post his own pictures. He didn't. So I posted my own Craigslist ad that said something like, Free chickens and goats. I'm old and tired, I think it's time to quit. I've got 600 hands and enough roosters to keep them laying. Also got about 40 milk goats. I just want to make sure they go to a good home. First come first served. I've let Espan y'all. And then I posted the kid's phone number.

I waited one day. I called for my home phone at 9.30 at night. Hello? He sounded tired. Estoy Amando por la cañinas, I said. I'm calling about the chickens. Ain't no effin' chickens. F, F, F, F.

No chickens but all. I waited half a second, then said, Tiennis Copras? No effing goats! He yelled, then hung up. The next day he texted me, he told me that he changed the pigs and could I please take down the ad for the chickens. I thanked him for taking down my photos, then I said, chickens, what the hell are you talking about?

Fortunately, because of all the posts we see on R-Slash choosing beggars, we know exactly what type of people would have been calling him. Genius Move OP, 10 out of 10 pro revenge. Our next reddit post is from Godmode Deep, a little background. After disappointing my parents in high school with dismal academic scores and a serious predilection for teenage rebellion, I ended up in a small town college with a close-knit Christian community pursuing a degree in media studies. It wasn't the best place that I could be, but it was a fair compromise between my father's demand that I learn of paying skill and my own yearnings for liberation.

Very quickly into this graduation program, I realized that it was a waste and college was gonna be a massive bore. So I spend most of my time courting gullible women or smoking pot. I'm the kind of straggler who puts in the bare minimum so as to not upset the balance of the universe and thus I made it to my final year without much of a fuss. This is when two new characters entered my life. The first was a new male professor, an external faculty, a scrawny, slimy fellow. I'll call him Professor Slimy. He taught a major paper which was very well connected

with the local church, which had a lot to say in the college administration. On Sundays, he moonlighted as a pastor for a small branch of the big church. Professor Slimy also had a reputation of acting fresh with boys. I laughed about it with my friends until one day, Professor Slimey made a pass

at me, and not a verbal one. I pushed him off me and told him that I'm not gay. I reminded him that he's a teacher and asked him to get his act together. Now I am not homophobic, but at that point, young and freshly assaulted as I was, I remember using profanities that would count as being homophobic or hurtful. I really have nothing against gay people. Go Pride! But for those things that I said, I am sorry. Professor Slimey backed off and told me that he was sorry. He had misread the signs. I cooled off, told him there were no signs. Apologized for the things I said, and that

was that. Or so I thought, but more on that later. The second entry was a new lecture, a chatty young woman, let's call her Rose. She was fresh out of university, had worked a few odd jobs, and had landed this lecturing gig through some connection in the church. She was from this town, had studied in the college, and knew the dean of the department well. Rose and I started off on the wrong foot, due to a debate about art.

She put me down, and I didn't mind, I wasn't too interested either. But just as spider, I kept turning up essays rebutting her points, and she kept marking me really harshly, supplementing my dismal marks with juicy opinions on what she thought of my intellect. It became a game between us. Now, I would like to imagine that Rose had a roving eye as she seemed to favor the young, good-looking boys and really put down the girls in class. Except for one. Jess had been a classmate of ours and she was local, so Jess didn't live on campus and

she kept a low profile. She didn't shine, but she wasn't disliked either. Suddenly after Rose joined college, Jess started to shine in academics. This happens often when a teacher is right for a student. Rose marked Jess extremely highly for a few assignments, and this got a few nerds in the class really jittery, because they saw Jess as a new challenger for the crown of King of the nerds. Some of them had even read the assignments that Jess turned in and found them highly incoherent. Nothing explained the grades that she was getting.

This didn't bother me because grades and nerd drama was never my thing. But then, by a stroke of misfortune, one of the other professors who taught us two other papers met with an accident and was out of action for almost two months. A temp was hard to find, and Rose very gallantly volunteered to fill in for her. Which, surprising me, she was allowed to. What this meant was that Rose was now grading our assignments and papers for three separate subjects, and suddenly Jess's fortunes really turned. She went from being a challenger to the crown to the nerd queen, with her cumulative grades putting her on top of the pile. Just just smiled through it all and made it out to be her hard work finally getting recognized.

A small coterie started to gather around her. It still didn't bother me, my universe was still in balance. Then, one day, one of our classmates saw Rose and Jess hanging out after college. They were shopping in the same mall. This classmate decided to lurk around and find out what was cooking. Imagine his surprise when he saw them walk out of the mall and take a taxi together. Imagine his greater surprise when he followed them to find them enter the same household. Picture the pure shock for the entire class when a day later, we were all told that Jess

and Rose are sisters. Effing blood sisters, born of the same parents, all of them living under the same roof. Somehow, both of these sisters had conveniently forgotten to mention this now that they were in college. They had pulled this southern fuge for about 4 to 5 months now. A bunch of nerds ganged up and approached the dean of our courses and brought her up today on the scenario.

It turns out the dean knew all along about them being siblings and had actually encouraged Rosen just not to talk about it, so as to not fan talks of conflicts of interest. And now the dean refused to believe that Rose was being partial to her own sister. I think she just didn't want to go to the trouble of replacing Rose. The nerds were heartbroken. But I was still laughing. In Rose and Jess, I saw a kind of petty evilness that I could appreciate. Then, for one of the papers that Rose was covering, we were assigned a practical project

that required teamwork. I was put in a group with a girl that I fancied and to impress her, I threw my minimum effort policy out the window. We worked on the paper together, and our young adult rom-com had just begun taking shape. By the time that we submitted the project together, this girl and I were very much into each other. Then Rose walked in and just took a dump on our project. She made this paper part of our game and directed her nasty insults at both of us.

Needless to say, Jessica top marks with no effort. It broke my girl's heart. She sobbed on my shoulder. My gallantry came into question. And I was finally ready to settle some scores with Rose, but nothing major, just a little sticking it to the man. At Salesforce, we're all about asking more of AI. Questions like, where's the data going? Is it secure? Are you sure? Are you sure you're sure? Get answers you can trust from Salesforce at AskMoreVai.com. CY wear North America's number one sports book. 19 plus in physically located in Ontario, Kamlin Tom called 1865-312-600 or visit connects Ontario. That's yeah.

As I've mentioned, this story is from 13 years ago and around then, the world was just waking up to social media and our college wasn't too far behind. In fact, our department had quite a chatty group on one social media site. Rose and Jess weren't in the group, but some of the faculty were. I started writing and posting long, satirical sketches of Rose that ridiculed her teaching abilities and poked at her extra love for her baby sister.

I was hoping to get some of the faculty to take notice, but mostly I just wanted to be a dick to the sisterhood. A few days in, the post generated a lot of laughs among the students of the group, but the faculty stayed away. Not to be discouraged, I wrote my worst anchor of a skit caricaturing rose. Reddit, I'll be honest, I was not kind and I didn't mince my words. It was a nasty piece of work, meant to hurt. I wrote it, posted it, and shared it with a few of my buddies who commented and forgot all about it. Here I need to pause my narrative and tell it with a few of my buddies who commented and forgot all about it.

Here I need to pause my narrative and tell you folks about another stroke of misfortune that befell me at this point. One fine lazy afternoon between classes, I had rolled myself a little doobie and smoked that thing in the college Lou. As I stepped out after washing my eyes, I found the familiar face of Professor's slimy grinning at me with all the mischief and slime he could muster. The air around us wreaked of weed and Professor Slimey's grin grew broader.

He told me what my options were. He could, A, tell my parents, B, tell the college, C, tell the cops, or D, I could suck his dick and he would forget about it all together. I thought he must be joking, but Professor Slimey held that stupid grin and I slunk out of the loo, stoned, and slightly scared to be honest. I had no intention of getting sexually abused by Professor Slimey for smoking pot, but I had no time to worry about that because I started getting frantic calls from classmates. Rose and Jess had found out about the

chat group in my posts. Jess had made a few calls crying to people and Rose was livid. The group's moderator, one of our classmates, panicked and deleted the entire thread. I was summoned by the dean for an emergency meeting. When I arrived in her room, Rose and Jess were already there, sobbing buckets, calling me names and holding up printouts of my posts. I'd come prepared for this, and I proceeded to decimate their complaint with a well-constructed and elaborate speech on how Rose's nepotism is severely bad for the institution in Sutomarral, and that I was only questioning her actions.

Scytheire was merely my tool to do so. Well, you see, my well-thought thought out arguments did not appeal to the dean. She didn't even know what nepotism meant and I had to explain the word to her. I am not making this up, this dean is now a local councilwoman. She told me that I had slandered Rose's good name and I brought Disrepute to the college with my actions. They would have to throw me out. This I was not expecting.

I thought my speech would do the trick. I panicked. After all the effort dawdling through this course, I needed the degree. Then, gathering my wits, I told the dean that my opinions weren't just mine alone. The nerds had brought this to her attention as well. The dean tried to downplay this, saying the nerd issue had been dealt with, but I called BS on that. I demanded she involved my entire class to see whether they would back me up on this. Rose said they wouldn't, and just was sure of that too. The Dean agreed, thinking this would sort everything out. Certainly no class would gang up against faculty. Like all bad managers, she didn't realize that her quick pick solution

would open a can of worms. I was playing a gamble. I had no idea what my class would say. Sure, some of them had laughed and commented on the posts, but would they really stand up for me? I had no idea if my class even liked me. But I guess the class had enough of Rose, or they just liked my satire. The bottom line is, when the Dean assembled the class and called a vote on the matter, our entire class, apart from Jess, agreed that Rose was unfair and nepotistic. They packed me up. I had never been particularly attached to my class, except for the one girl. But now I could kiss each and every one of them.

The Dean had to agree that maybe, just maybe Rose was unfit for the job. A departmental inquiry had to be instituted so these charges could be heard. I wasn't going to be thrown out after all. Rose was not happy and I think she went to her church with it. Because soon I found myself in front of the president of the college, along with Rose and the Dean. Rose painted it to seem like I had turned the class against her, and I had inflicted psychological damage on Jess. The president consulted the Dean, heard everything that had happened, and decided to let the inquiry make up its own mind.

At this point, I began to suspect the department inquiry was going to be heavily stacked against me. As an added bonus, the president decided that the college needed an internet communication policy. A protocol in what students and teachers can say are discussed about the college and its functioning over social media and the internet. It was to include rules on how students and teachers interacted over the internet and recommend punishment for misdemeanors. Most of the college didn't know about this internet code being formulated. I did, because the Dean and Rose had both taken time from their busy teaching schedules to inform me that as soon as the internet

code had been formulated, I would be chucked out for my actions. My days in college were numbered. My girl cried some more in my shoulder. I felt like a tragic hero, a champion of the people who would take the fall for his brethren. My class mourned me. In this state of mind, I returned to my dorm to find an email from Professor Slimey. He went to know if I had decided to bat his offer. And all this rose social immediate piasco, this had completely slipped my mind. I wanted to write back telling Professor Slimey to f off. Now that I was getting chucked out his threats didn't matter.

But then something struck me. I started exchanging emails with Professor Slimey and realized that he had no idea about the rose thing or the impending internet code. He was external faculty. This was godsent. You see where this is going now. Well, suffice to say that over the next couple of days, over a series of emails with Professor Slimey, I discuss my apprehensions about the offer and my hesitations because I wasn't gay. I played this scared victim here and let him coax me into giving into his demand. Honestly, I was just baiting him and waiting for the president's code to roll out. Sure enough, a couple of weeks later, our college unveiled its internet policy, banning social media for both students and teachers alike,

and the usual set of guidelines to follow while interacting on the internet. By now, I'd gathered enough dirt on Professor Slimey. So, when the president summoned me for a disciplinary hearing under the new internet code, I sat down and wrote this speech I was going to give to the president. My girl was in on this and she helped me with it. Once I was confident about what to say, I printed out the email exchange, neatly bound it all together into one file, and headed to the president's office a little bit before the appointed hour. I met him, and I showed him the entire email exchange.

I wanted to know how Professor Slymy's emails to me scored on this internet code book. Would it look good if I had to drag the professor up past or at that? And the college to court for sexual harassment? What would a good Christian town say about that? That did the trick. His tone changed. He saw my angle in all of this and my promised action. I also told the president that the dean sucked at her job, which is why creeps like Professor

Slimy and nepotistic turds like Rose ran riot. Now, I didn't want any of them. Rose the dean or Professor Slimy to be able to screw my career. The president assured me that they wouldn't be capable of doing that, but I had to keep my mouth shut about these emails. I took the deal. A week later I signed a non-disclosure with the college, handed them all the printouts and deleted my emails under their lawyer supervision. Professor Sleimey's contact with the college was

terminated and he was expelled from his church. No one knew why. His life was destroyed. He hasn't had a job since, and last I heard he was living with and off of his mother. The dean was let go and she discovered a second career in politics and went on to become a councilwoman which he still is. Rose was let go as well, while just finished college quietly without much fuss. Last I heard, both sisters run a store together in town. I graduated with distinction in all papers that Rose and Professor Slimey handled, thanks to the president's intervention. This put me pretty high on the mirror at list and made the nerds jealous. Our next read had posted from Champion 5. Ten years ago I moved for my job. I had forgotten about one of my TV's back home so I asked my dad to ship it to me.

This was on my company's account since they paid for the move. A couple of days later, the delivery driver from shipping company A drops it off. The box was heavily damaged, so I didn't sign for it. The driver waited while I plugged it in, and to no one's surprise, it was damaged. He said that he could take it back if I didn't want to sign for it and the ship record file the claim.

I informed him that I was the ship or and I would file it here. This was a small mistake, but I've shipped thousands of parts through this company, so I figured it wouldn't be a problem. My claim was denied a month later. This went back and forth for a couple of months with multiple emails to this old lady, and she didn't care at all. She was also very rude to me via email and phone. Now, this company, Shipping shipping company A has two separate entities, parcel and

freight. We solely use the freight portion of shipping company A for all of our warehouses across the US. I cut them off at my new store and started using company B. It only took a month before a salesman from shipping company A stopped by. When he showed up, he asked why he was losing $20,000 worth of freight a month, and I informed him of the $600 broken TV from his sister company a couple of months back. He said that he couldn't do anything about that since it was a separate side of their company, and he begged for the business back. No dice. This one back and forth for several months. The average amount that we spent on shipping was 20 to 25 thousand

dollars a month, and this was a small town, so they were very upset that it was only over a $600 TV. I got a check in the mail about a year later after I shipped the TV along with a letter to their vice president. So, I guess this is the pro part. Fast forward a couple years, and I've been promoted within my company to make certain decisions and one of them happens to be logistics. None of our locations now use shipping company A. On some months we spend well over a hundred thousand dollars on shipping, but most months are around eight hundred thousand dollars company wide and this has been going on for several years now. We also inform customers to use shipping company B, since shipping company B is awesome and

treats us very well. Since about 2011, we've used shipping company B nationwide. There's no telling how much shipping company A lost over a $600 TV. Oh, don't worry OP, I'm sure we can figure it out. OP said that most months are about 80k, but some months go up to 100k, so let's just average those together and say 90k. 90k times 12 months equals $1,80,000.

OP said they made the switch in 2011, which is 10 years ago, so multiply that by 10 and we get $10,800,000. What? Whoops. Oh wait, forgive me. multiply that by 10 and we get $10,800,000. Whoops. Oh, wait, forgive me. I forgot to fact, we're in the 600 bucks for a new TV. So what they actually lost was $10,800,000 and $600. That was our slash pro revenge.

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