A Shrine for My T.A.

I love my T.A.

Having just returned to the cultural mecca that is(n't) Pleasant Hill, I've finally sat down to do some actual work - grading, mostly, that has been piling up for weeks. So I'm sitting here, going through my mostly organized stack of papers almost as tall as my laptop with the screen open...and my T.A. already graded most of them for me, before break...without me even telling her to do so. For the assignments that she can grade, she goes and finds my keys (assuming I've made one beforehand...tra la la), grades the papers (almost always perfectly), puts them back in order, and will even enter them into Aeries (assuming I've already added the assignment...). Without me ever telling her to do this...she just does it.

And what's interesting is that she's not doing well in her actual classes. She even had to re-take econ this year, and has had to take several summer school classes. But she is intelligent and hard-working and proactive and I adore her. I think she'll be fine once she graduates. I know she'll be fine.