Being a TA and other grad school joys

Well, did TA (teaching assistant) stuff today. Nothing much. Just walk around, helping them with their assignments, make sure they're not downloading porn, that kind of stuff. The kids are a mixed bag, just like you'd expect at any university, even one as supposedly "superior" as Chula. You'd think that at the best university in the country, the students would care more about studying than checking their darn email. Makes me kinda wonder about Harvard and places like that - are there knuckleheads there, too? Guess it's because I've always valued my education. I'm not a nerd, mind you. I just take my studies seriously. (This coming from a girl who hates written assignments. Ah, the beauty of contradicitions.) Anyhow, today was more or less uneventful. I finished a major bulk of my work, but of course, there's still major bulkiness remaining. Assisted in three new classes. Sigh. Last week, I was TA to this majorly cute teacher - I'm talking adorable. Glasses, nice clear skin, Chinese-looking, and he was an English teacher, for cripes' sake! My type! And he was still pretty young, still doing his Ph.D. But, due to a stupid scheduling error, I have now been relegated to working in the science building and assisting...no cute teachers. What a waste. Oh, well, it's not like I would have done anything, but eye candy, you know? Anyway, I'm through with love (although Mariah Carey's We Belong Together is a fixture on my current playlist). I'm sick of guys. They never say what they mean or mean what they say, and frankly, I'm tired of trying to distinguish. No offense to those of the male persuasion. I still enjoy having you as friends, fathers and brothers, but in terms of amore? No thanks.

Final thought: Say what you mean and mean what you say. :wink: