The Finite

I was elated to hear that I was accepted to be an Anatomy and Physiology (BIOL 301/302) Laboratory TA. I get the chance to dabble in some of the educating others that I’ve been thinking I’m so good at, I get some valuable leadership experience, and it provides much needed resume frosting.

The first meeting was the night before classes started. I was nervous to a degree that even I thought was unreasonable. Don’t ask me why. Regrettably , I visibly and audibly jumped when Brent pointed out the presence of Prof. De at the back of the room. Maybe it’s because I didn’t hear her come in or maybe it’s the caffeine-soaked, anguish-laden, Max Payne-esque tribulations I experienced last year as a direct result of her class. I know I shouldn’t be afraid of her. I no longer have reason to be, but it’s a reflex I guess.

My schedule also lends itself for me to be one of four lecture TAs as well. The professor asked us to stand as she called out our names. Awkward: She didn’t tell us to sit down. I ended up standing for like a minute like an idiot, failing to see that the other TAs behind me had sat down.

So I get to sit with my friends who are actually in this class as well as pretty much everybody else from the learning community last year. The most popular question seems to be what lab section I teach, but I can tell that’s merely a front for a prod at the possibility that I can throw some points their way. Trust me. I can already see that ruthless savagery that lurks in the heart of every Purdue Prepharmacy student. One that would use me for their benefit and discard me just as quickly, like a scintillation vial full of of oxidant or a plastic pipette. They stop only at what would alert the pharmacy admittance committee.