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I became barely halfway through my second semester at Barnard whenever a TA became the major figure in nearly all of my intimate dreams. Needless to say, this in no way rendered me unique. TAs will be the age-old mascots of undergraduate dream, icons of conquest for students’ bucket listings, and a recurring character in team-building games of “not have I Ever.”
Despite having used and been accepted to wait Columbia in the presumption of a definite, individual share to academia, I considered myself an unremarkable pupil at best. I had no interesting fact to share in icebreakers, no salacious tales for frat-party fodder. I became merely another first-year with another hopeless crush on another hot TA.
During my individual iteration of the classic pipedream, We imagined us wining, dining, and opining regarding the nature of this body and mind in a few nondescript Italian restaurant. We would carry on our ontological debate all of the way to his candle-lit studio apartment someplace in Harlem, where he would give up their point, bite my throat playfully, and slip on down seriously to Mississippi (which means consume pussy) for all of those other evening. But never ever had we ever felt specially unique. 더보기