It Ain't Easy Being T.A. (wait, yeah it is)
For those of you who don't know: BE INFORMED! I am a teaching assistant for a psychology professor on my campus. This usually gets several responses from people:
- How did you get to be a t.a.?
- Well, it wasn't easy. First there was the application, then the interview, then the exams, then the blood tests, then the urine tests, then the turn-your-head-and-cough. Kidding! Surprising to most, she asked me to fill out an application. Nyah Nyah Na Nyah Nyah.
- What are you going into?
- Integrated Marketing Communications (advertising to some)
- Why are you a teaching assistant for a psychology professor then?
- You fail. You're off the team. What kind of moron doesn't think there's a connection between psychology and advertising? Don't believe me? Ask Maslow, Festinger, or Packard; these are psychologists whose theories are taught in reference to how/why people are persuaded. Nyah Nyah Na Nyah Nyah.
Anyhoo, I like it. I grade 38479838 papers every couple of weeks, I get office hours which nobody comes to so I sit and b.s. with my professor and her office mate. Also, when grading papers, it is unbelievable how hilarious the kiddos can be. See what I mean:
The First Set of Papers (complete with some writing advice)
The Second Round
And These Students Will Be Leaders of the Free World Someday: More Papers
The Moron Brigade: The Worst Batch of Papers... Ever.
Being a teaching assistant has taught me some valuable life lessons. I have learned that people are inherently stupid and the only way to deal with this, is through humor. Actually, I already knew that, but being a teaching assistant only reinforced this very very very much.
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