Fellow TA: "These students wanted to see their grades."
elle: "You have 'em right there."
FT: "I know, but they wanted an average. We were wondering if you'd calculated an average." (y'all he waited for me to get back from picking up my lunch to ask me this when he had the 2 students' grades and a calculator)
elle (still pissed off that keeping up with all the grades and all the attendance has become SOLELY my job): "No I have not calculated an average. They have two grades. Y'all can't add, then divide by two? Fellow TA, you can't show them how to add, then divide? No, I will not do it!"
Magically, 2 minutes later, FT, who had the grade printouts and a brain, showed them how to calculate their averages.
Woman, who acts as an interpreter (is that the right word?) for a deaf student:
"I'm looking for Graciela; she wanted to see this student after class."
Graciela (who is white): "For Graciela? I'm Graciela."
Woman stares: "No. Graciela."
Graciela: "I am Graciela. Is he my student?"
Woman: "No, Graciela said-" stops as another TA, Tonya, a Latina, enters the room. Woman to Tonya, "You wanted to see him right... Graciela?"
Tonya:"Yes, but I'm not Graciela, I'm Tonya."
Everyone in the room looks down, embarrassed not so much by the woman's assumption, but by the fact that she was going to insist Tonya's name be "Graciela". She's shameless though. Instead of apologizing:
Woman: "Oh, I must have written the wrong name down."
Elliott (who is a white male): Going outside the United States to a country that's not primarily white can be quite an experience for a white man, because, for a moment, you feel like so many other people must feel. It's not something we ever have to face here.
elle (thinking) well, at least he's thinking about it in some fashion. points to you, elliott!
5 minutes later:
Elliott: Yeah, the sugar, man. You might get diabetes, but at least you won't be fat.
Other TAs laugh. I think about making a snarky comment with my fat self then decide I don't dislike him enough to put his ass on blast.