Yoooo so I got offered a position as a TA in my stats class next term it’s taught based on my performance and whatever. And I like that sort of work so I’ll probably accept it, except this class is offered to undergrad, grad, and PhD students, and even the undergrads are typically juniors at least.
Like Real Actual Adults are going to walk in with questions about problem sets while I, a mere Smol Child, probably sitting on a booster seat, get to explain stuff to them. I’m expecting at least several instances of *FMA secondary character voice* “Wait so YOU’RE the TA? I’m so sorry I had no idea you’d be so little.”
Gotta bring a sign along like “CAUTION: TA is young and small. Please do not offer her any alcoholic beverages or step on her thank you.”
Becca understands my struggle and has illustrated my point
it begins
Wait hang on this is even funnier now that, for one of the other things I’m (also!!) TA-ing, I’m head TA.
And for that class I’m in charge of 3 lectures during the term.
Like I step in for the prof. He doesn’t show up its just me.
-drags my booster seat up to the podium- “welcome to the Ivy League maggots” -whips out my sparkly hot pink notebook, slams down my matching glitter gel pen- “we don’t FUCK AROUND in my class got it?”
I dont understand artists who have bad handwriting, just
like draw yourself some better writing.
fuck you so what if I write like a drunk doctor on a rollercoaster I don’t have the time to work on my handwriting I am too busy drawing cartoons and crying
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