Denial
I find it monumentally difficult to believe that my tutors and professors are real people. In my mind's eye, my professor pops into tangible existence during seminars, tutorials and lectures, and disappears summarily as soon as the door closes on his angular office - the office with hundreds of unimaginably ancient tomes, precarious to the ceiling, with shelves crammed like desperate sardines in between. In my mind's eye, my tutors are summoned from some distant parasite plane of existence slotted artfully in between this dimension and the next. In my mind's eye, my tutors are like superbly-designed but ultimately unreal nonentities who exist during seminars, infusing seminar discussions with unworldly wisdom and unearthly knowledge, before terminating like intelligent programs and returning to their alien dimensions to feast on raw academia and mental energies.
In short, my tutors don't do laundry, dammit. Clearly I was hallucinating at the laundrette yesterday.