Not the young one who's cute and witty.
I'm talking an intellectual teacher crush. Someone who possesses a brain that you wish you could borrow or steal or replicate. Someone who instills the urge to be a better human being. Who restores faith in mankind.
Welcome to my life right now.
This man is amazing. And I don't say that lightly.
But that's the problem. I really want him to think I'm great too (granted, in my own less intelligent, quirky way.)
So I've been avoiding contact.
I don't go to office hours.
I sit in the back.
If I saw him on the street, I would probably tuck and roll into a shrubbery.
Because as long as we remain strangers, I can pretend that we're still going to be best friends whenever we do meet.
This is not brilliant, I know.
I mean, he's even leading the study abroad program I am doing in London over the summer. I am going to be in contact with this man eventually. I might as well get it over with.
And yet.
I'm not really great when it comes to first impressions. I can come on a little strong. I can be a little quirky. It might be considered creepy. When I get nervous, I have much less of a verbal filter. I wouldn't be able to control what I was saying.
Maybe you think I'm exaggerating. Well, I'll let you decide.
This is how I think things will go the first time I officially meet this man:
Add some sass to your class,
Jenna
You seem like a UVA student. If so, was this perchance Prof. John Parker who teaches Shakespeare in such a way that I feel humbled to be in the mere presence of his brain, attracted by his whole sarcastic-and-bitter-silver-fox routine, and for the first time in my life, too self-conscious to speak up in class in case I say something stupid? Even if it's not him, I get it.
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