"I don't think I have one of those," I said, and Seung, already nervous and worried about the consequences of forgetting the cable, started pacing a small circle and anxiously wringing his hands. I walked back to the booth thinking, if I have one I'll give him one, but if I don't I don't and it's not really my problem. Lo and behold, I had one. I returned and plugged it into the projector and gave him the other end, meant for the outlet. He bent to his knees, crossed himself, looked toward the ceiling, and plugged it in.
Whirrrr, as the projector lit up and its fan came up to speed. I smiled. Seung, already behind with other responsibilities, said, "thank you" and hustled to his next task. I think I have a shitty job sometimes, but not nearly as shitty as a graduate student's. Yes, he has a more promising future, maybe, but at the moment Seung is one of the hundreds of graduate TAs who do most of a professor's work for little pay and flimsy promises. "You'll be a professor one day." Well, not if current economic trends continue. The Econ professor can't even remember Seung's name. Dang. Well, I'll remember you Seung, because while I've seen a lot of weird shit in here, I've never seen someone cross themselves and genuinely ask God for aid. That is cool.