Friday, August 19, 2005

three rules for TAs

1. Don't feign annoyance at student behaviors that you secretly enjoy.
2. On the bright side, your graduate professors are not fundamentally smarter or more knowledgeable than you are.
3. On the downside, you are not fundamentally smarter or more knowledgable than your students.

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hilary, have you ever had a secret admirer? Well, you do now.

Hilary said...

The disadvantage of the secret admirer plan is that I do not get to enjoy admiring you back.

Please tell me something admirable about yourself.

Hilary

Anonymous said...

while I appreciate your desire to admire me, i'm not sure reciprocity is part of the secret admirer thing. I've never really openly secretly admired someone, so I'm not sure about that, though.

Hilary said...

Wow, I have absolutely zero idea who you are.

Have I ever seen you? Carried your stuff in manner of enchanted sherpa? Eaten off your plate? Are you Sharon?

OH Please, a hint.

Anonymous said...

Yes, you have seen me. We have even talked on a few occasions, though not at great length. You have never, to my knowledge, eaten off my plate, nor I yours. you haven't carried my stuff. I haven't seen you naked, nor you me.
I am not Sharon. I am just someone who knows you and has a small crush on you and I fear that if I ever told you about it publically the spell would be broken and we might both be embarrassed or disappointed, so you will have to be content to know that you ARE admired, even if, in this case, you don't know by whom.

Hilary said...

hi,

Oh, listen to me. I LOVE small crushes--I have one, for instance, on each of my best friends, a cute squiggly line of a man from floor 3 and all the tenured faculty in the English department (especially Bob Burgoyone. Especially Francie. Especially Gwen).

So there is zero danger that I will be embarassed by your small crush: I probably even have a crush on you in return.

And I can promise you that, if you reveal your crush, we can go out on a date together (AND be friends if it does not work out).

Hilary
p.s. Are you a boy or a girl?

Hilary said...

(ps,

Are your initals either

J. J. you told me I was so beautiful, once, before the loss of a friend destroyed my complexion.

or

M. Something who is on the steering committee and touched my hand 1 time?

--the notorious k.i.t.t.y)

Anonymous said...

Not J.J. nor M someting (W?), although I think I know both of those people. I have to stop answering these questions, I think, or I will be revealed by process of elimination.

Out of curiosity, has having an admirer changed your daily life in any way?

Hilary said...

Yes, you have changed my daily life: I'm starving with curiosity and have already put the question "do you know anyone with a secret crush on me?" out on the wire.

THAT makes people laugh!

Are you Jahi? If so, we've been practically betrothed since I was 13 so you should definitely step forward. :>

Sharon thinks that you might be a student or an English department administrator.

Why do you like me--and what kind of music do you listen to?

Anonymous said...

Wrong wrong wrong.

I like your sense of humor. Your childlike sense of wonder. Your quick wit. Your neck.

I listen to all kinds of music.

Will you be at Dally in the Alley?

Hilary said...

A mon ami, wait a second: you're right: M. is a W; I can remember us being lined up alphabetically at the rally.

I think I know who you are.

You are a boy who is a lot more popular than I am and you have seniority. You are tres cute.

And, if I am not mistaken, you are not entirely free to make out with me in the back seat of my car.

Right now I am enjoying my hypothesis as itself (this is a lame reference to Zijek).

Thank you for paying attention to a "junior TA". :> Please don't stop.

Hilary
p.s. How on earth have you kept me from eating off your plate all this time?

Hilary said...

You can't keep me from eating off your plate forever, union boy.

Hilary said...

I can steal fries from across Woodward.

Anonymous said...

While I was eating fries at Olympic on wednesday, I kept looking suspicioulsy over my shoulder, alert to any theft attempts. At one point, I swear I looked down and there were fewer fries than before.