He’s so cute when he speaks. He’s giving us instructions for the lab today, but all I can focus on is his husky voice. I studied extra hard yesterday so I could give him my full attention. As his words tickle my ears, I have to flex every muscle in my body to stop myself from audibly sighing with pleasure. His attractiveness is so overwhelming that I feel like I’ve already forgotten all the Anki cards I reviewed last night.
She’s cool, I guess. She seems interested in what I have to say, even if it’s bland, confusing, complicated, repetitive anatomy content. But I play it cool. My friends warn me against thinking like this about my class, but I know the students spend their time gossiping about which TAs are hot or not.
He’s leading the dissection today. As he goes on talking about the heart, I can feel my own pumping harder and faster in my chest. He clearly has experience with this topic, especially after playing with my heart. I let my eyes travel from his face to the rest of his dreamy body. I can’t help but imagine what’s beneath that lab coat.
She’s different, I realize. She’s not like other girls. I can see her orbs sparkle from across the lab, strands from her messy bun moving gently through the air as she speaks. She’s so passionate, and I wonder what she’s interested in outside of class.
He’s not in my field of view anymore, but I’m too shy to see where he went. I try to focus on what I am doing, inserting this catheter through the right artery, but the thought of his mighty presence makes me weak in the knees. I begin to press down on the syringe and inject water through the tubing when suddenly I feel his warmth right behind me. I’m so startled that I accidentally turn and squirt the fluid all over his face and body. I’m such a klutz.
She’s flustered. I’m standing there, wet, when she suddenly grabs my hands and looks me in the eyes to apologize. The touch of her skin against mine sends shivers down each of my 33 vertebrae. I stand there in silence as my heart begins to swell so much that I am afraid it is about to burst out of my chest. Am I in love?
He’s in shock. He’s frozen in place, his hands in mine, and suddenly I feel the disapproving stares of every single student, teaching assistant, instructional assistant, plastinated specimen, professor, facilitator, and Assistant Dean of the Bachelor of Health Sciences (Honours) Program who are all in the room. What am I doing? He clearly doesn’t feel the same way about me, but more importantly, he’s my TA, and I’m his student.
She’s perfect, she’s the love of my life, she’s the one. Oh, how I am so grateful that fate brought us together, and every cell in me yearns for the days where we can spend the rest of our lives together. After class, I text my friends about my plans to propose, but surprisingly, I don’t get an equally enthusiastic response back. “Dude, you are 21.” the message reads. “Focus on your major, not your minor.
The Procrastinator 