Fell in love with a GSI

With the first actual seven days of school are wrapped up, I have been to all of my classes now. And I am sad to report that I don't have a single GSI* that I am in love with.

While some people (what kind of people? I don't know, I'm basically making this up) would avoid awkward and hopeless crushes at any cost (again, I'm making these people up; do they even exist?), I embrace them. I love falling in love with my GSIs.

But I am not in love with any of my GSIs for this semester.** My Spanish GSI is Columbian and very good-looking, but he is also shorter than me. This might seem silly for a crush, but hey, it's my awkward and hopeless crush, and I can bestow it for whatever physical characteristics I deem acceptable. My linguistics GSI is Spanish and I think I might like him more than his objective looks, but it remains to be seen if his accent can make up for that. And my other GSI is a woman.

So over all, poor showing this semester. Why does my roommate always get the hot British GSIs? I want one of those! Or maybe a really nerdy, tall guy with glasses, like my Classics GSI last spring. See, they don't have to be objectively gorgeous! Just taller than I am.



*GSI = graduate student instructor, a.k.a. Berkeley's fancy way of saying TA
**At least, not yet.