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But then I remember how badly I want this. I would imagine the consequence of giving this pursuit up just because it’s using up too much time and it’s not even going to be a sure thing, as compared to where I am at now. And I feel I just can’t afford to give up. Not now, not just yet. Fondly reminisce to the days where I would sit down in my sanctum. The one place where I feel so protected and shielded from the worlds of consumerism and materialism; The one place where I can unleash my talents to the fullest; The one place where I feel truly at home.
There are probably many out there who would easily label the library as the ‘boringest place on earth’, but to me, it’s at the library where I discovered a lot of myself and my interest. It was in part because of the library I inspired to be more academically inclined. To me, the library, the source of wealth and knowledge became my second home. And to be honest, I only had this inkling only toward the middle and end of my university career.
Fast forward 4 years later, and I find myself seeking the same shelter I sought during my years as a student. This time, not at a university library. Instead I find myself seeking temporary relief in bookstores. Although it’s nowhere near close to being in an actual library (library has tones of sitting areas, tones of computer-aided searchable archives and catalogues), it does provide me some relief from the outside world.
Oh and being given the chance to be a teaching assistant for two years, an activity that played pivotal role in shaping up my future destiny is also something I hold close to my heart. Little did I know when I took that position nearly 5 years ago, it would actually pave way for my future ambitions. I really can’t accurately recall what got me interested in being a TA in the first place. I guess it was perhaps I enjoyed the subject and I did well in that particular class which naturally led the professor to selecting me and a bunch of other bright students to be his Teaching Assistants for the following semester.
I continued being a TA for that course until my last semester in the university. The relationship I had built with the professor has gone beyond the classroom and the workplace. I still remember being invited for my first ever Christmas party to his place. It was a monumental moment for me, a proud achievement in an uncanny way. Being able to mingle with his colleagues and peers, (although I didn’t have much to talk about except school) , was an eye-opener experience for me.
So this how professors mingle and interact with one another. This is how they live their social and personal lives.
