It’s very fascinating to walk around campus this time of year and see all the scared little first years bustling about.

I can’t help but think of the days when I was a first year student. Two years later, those nervous jitters and the excitement I used to feel before starting in September has all but disappeared. The only thing I’m looking forward to now is TAing a pair of classes.

Poor miserable little shits don’t know what they’re in for.

“How many hours am I expected to TA?”, I asked one of the administrators in Math.

“Uh. 140 hours.”

“What?!?’ ‘I can’t spend a hundred and forty hours with whiny little brats.”

She shrugged. “That’s why we pay you the big bucks.”

“Fine, just get me an office with a window. That way, I always have an escape plan.”

“We’re on the forth floor, Phil.”

“Exactly.”