Like many 20-somethings in Chicago, I play on a co-ed rec softball team (though I play 12-inch, not the true Chicago 16 inch, what can I say, I like not having broken fingers). My team is pretty horrible, but we have fun and get to drink free pitchers of beer after our games.
Last night, in the middle of getting slaughtered by a team whose girls had all played college softball, one of their girls was standing on first and looked out at me. (Yes, I play right field for the worst team in the league, you can guess what that says about my softball skills). She then says, "hey, I think you were my TA."
During undergrad, I was an undergrad assistant for the lowest level math course offered (so not technically a TA, because there was no professor, but to the kids, I served the same function of knowing the subject matter and being fluent in English). I had this job for 4 semesters, and thus well over a 100 kids, plus helping out randomly in the other sections, I clearly don't remember most of them. Sure, there were some really attractive girls (dumbest math class in a state university attracts a lot of dumb kids and athletes). After thinking about it, I think I remember this girl. She was actually the closest I came to having a crush on a student (as opposed to a lust for some of those girls).
We played the last game, so the lights were shut off and everyone cleared out very quickly, but we'll see if I bump into her next week.
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