Do Greek Orthodox Priests Perform Exorcisms?

Never in my life did I choose to go and sit through a scary movie. I avoided them like what they are, the plague. However, following my first divorce, I re-intered the scholastic community of Youngstown State University, in Youngstown, Ohio, and was taking a community counseling program to sit for my state of ohio licensed professional clinical counseling test in Columbus, Ohio. I would like you my reader and for now my friend to imagine yourself in a very uppity level of graduate counselors, our professor is one now deceased Professor Conboy. I have trifled with his name as old age has added caution with all these vigilantes running around.

Do not run. If you run or even think about running, assume a massive dog jumping all over you and slobbering you to death. There now you will not run and you will read that.

Professor Conboy looks at me as his chief rival as I am understandably his intellectual equal. However, he has unearthed my disdain of diabolical movies. Why doesn't somebody help her? He says to the class and looks instead at me.

She doesn't look like she needs help, a smart ass eight thousand dollars a year counseling assistant replies.

We are going to see a movie, Professor Conboy tells us., The Exorcist.

I flutter my eyelashes and stick out my tongue at him. He turns on the movie. We are forced, bound, humiliated to watch Sissy Spacek have an orgasim with a cross. I have images of a sick eighties art featuring a bottle of urine and a cross in it.

My situation with Professor Conboy is really one of supervisor and couselor. He dies. Not before passing me in my graduate hours, of course.

Of course, I am leading you all on in my rambling diatribe of academia. What I really want to bore you with sufficiently to get an orgasmic relief from you all is the real intent of this article.