During my college days, I found myself in an unusual, albeit intriguing, position. I was the designated "homework boy" for a bratty and demanding girl named Emily. She had a knack for bossing people around, especially when it came to academic tasks, and I was often at the receiving end of her imperious demands.

Emily's requests were frequently unreasonable, and her behavior could be exasperating. But what set her apart was her tendency to humiliate me in front of others. She reveled in pointing out my supposed academic inadequacies and making me the center of attention in some embarrassing situations. While it might sound humiliating, I couldn't help but find some perverse satisfaction in it.

As strange as it might sound, I couldn't help but find some satisfaction in being her go-to homework assistant, even with the humiliation that came with it. The more she insisted on my help, the more I felt entangled in this peculiar role.

After graduation, life took us on different paths. Emily pursued her passion for the arts, while I continued my academic journey. But as the real world engulfed us, I couldn't help but miss the days when I was "the homework boy." It wasn't so much the relationship that I missed, but the bizarre sense of purpose that came with being bossed around and humiliated in service to her academic whims.

It's remarkable how one can come to miss the most unexpected things, even the quirkiest roles, once they are no longer a part of your life. The experience of being her "homework boy" has left an indelible mark on my memory, reminding me that sometimes the most unconventional connections can leave a lasting impact, even if they involve a fair amount of humiliation.