Just the other day, I had a chance to look at my old college transcript. I have to say that I had a pretty well balanced portfolio: there were a few Cs, mostly Bs, and a decent number of As. Unfortunately, out of the 13 As, 9 happened during my freshman year which should tell you something. How did I do so well during my freshman year and bombed so badly the other three years? I thought about this. Hmm, it is true that I discovered alcohol during my sophomore year. It is also true that I developed an active social life. However, what I realized was that I had hot teaching fellows my freshman year.
More specifically, I recall my Freshman Economics 10 teaching fellow. I am not sure if I am allowed to give out names but her name was Brill Aldridge. She was a third-year law student who was teaching our small economics section of a dozen people. She had a gorgeous figure and a beautiful face, too. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at noon, I would show up and sit in front of the class to admire her explain the supply and demand curve. Of course, I was nineteen and at the height of my peak so all I could really think about was how I could get to know her the way a teaching fellow shouldn’t know her student.
I was thinking about ways to impress her and get her to notice me. Our small age gap of 7 years seemed irrelevant at the time. Whenever she would assign homework, I would rush home and make sure that I did a fantastic job on the problem sets. Also, I studied my ass off so that I could get the highest scores in her section. During my attempts to impress her, I learned a great deal about economics. Because of her, I became an Economics major. She changed my life…
I had a major coup d’etat that year. I was the only one from my section that was able to score an office hour at a coffee shop. I treated that as a date while she treated it as something else (by the way, I have noticed a general pattern of me having dates while my date is apparently totally unaware). She casually mentioned that she was dating her college boyfriend who used to be the quarterback of the Princeton Tigers. She said that her boyfriend was currently playing for a Canadian Football League or World Football League or whatever. The point was that he wasn’t good enough to make it in the NFL. But by then, I was crushed. I basically had to call off our wedding plans and she and I no longer were meant to be. Well, I still got an A that year.
A few years later, I wondered whatever happened to her. This past fall, I was watching the Dallas Cowboys on television and the camera zoomed in on a familiar face. It was my hot TF. As I was staring into the screen and reliving my freshman year, John Madden ruined my fantasy by saying, “And Jason Garrett’s (backup QB who played half the season due to Troy Aikman’s injury) beautiful wife, Brill, is a Harvard lawyer who has a successful… blah blah blah.”
Anyway, I never got to thank her for being such a hot teaching fellow and for helping me discover a passion for academics. Thanks, Brill.
