I don't stand behind a podium during my lectures; I walk up and down the aisles. In a giant lecture hall, I walk more than 2 miles in an hour-long class.
Glancing down to ask students questions or see if they're paying attention, I see lots of bulges and tents, some crotch grabs, and occasional hands shoved into pockets to squeeze their junk.
What do you expect when you cram 50 testosterone-filled young men into stadium seats?
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