Crush crush crush

It has long been my theory that it is okay to have a crush on a professor to the extent that it encourages you to excell in the class. So for instance all the girls in my high school who had crushes on Malcolm (does this set include me? At this point it's too long ago to remember exactly) would have wanted to do really well in English so they could impress him. This is sometimes consious and sometimes not. My crush on Jim, for instance, has always been purely a professor crush, since he's 40 years older than I am and could be my grandfather and is other people's grandfather. It's the sort of crush that makes me want to do well in Set Theory and go to his office and talk about infinite games and that sort of thing. It bears no resemblance to the crushes I get on my peers.

My crush on my calculus professor, on the other hand, is a much more insidious, much less benign sort of crush. It's the sort that makes me babble incoherently when I go to his office. It's the sort that makes me want to giggle a lot. I feel like I'm thirteen. I think I'm going to drop the class and become a Women's Studies major. Or Computer Science. Some department where the professors are less dreamy.