The Big Tuna

In the past two days, I have visited Professor Papa 6 times and only managed to see him on the very last try, while Laura found him on the first go.  Naturally, this led to a lot of awkward lurking and smiling at the receptionist as I walked past Papa's office and back.  Many times a day.  He was as elusive as the giant squid.  Though not half as giant or dangerous, and much more economically sound.

Moi: I need to slip out early.  I'm trying to catch a professor.

Jen: Is that what kids are calling it nowadays?

(later, when I finally caught him)

Moi: So, it's OK if I take bribes and kickbacks?

Prof. Papa: It's all money, right?  That's how you learn economics.

(when we ran out of things to say and I had to make an exit)

Moi: I need to run to class.

Prof. Papa: Make sure you don't injure yourself when you run.  Take your time.

Yes, it appears that this sociology majoring, chemistry minoring and English-dabbling liberal arts wanderer, who partook in almost every department's courses except government and econ- the two that the Bo' was most solid in- is on my way to becoming a TA in economics.  Sure, I avoided them like Sunday night dinners at Thorne, and only got my grade in this class because of generous curves (the grade curve- I don't have curves of my own), this isn't an entirely new venture for me.  I oversaw semesters, nay- years, of upper-level chemistry without any real mastery of the subject.  And, except for that boy who kept burning his hand with chemicals, we all survived unscathed.