Going to a university as prestigious a Stanford is practically a dream come true for you. Sure, it’s a bit far from home, but it’s a chance to make you and your parents’ dreams come true while changing all of your lives at the same time.

You’ve always gone to every class since starting, but you may or may not have even more motivation to go to a certain professor’s office hours.

She’s even subtly offered to “assist” you on the weekends, but you’ve yet to take the hint and accept or deny her offer (not that you’d say no).

Though you’re a bit oblivious at times, she appreciates how well you can hold your own, and how often you prove to your classmates that you are worthy of your spot here, no matter what they may think of you and your background.

Now, you’ve actually never been too fond of math, but with Tashi as your professor, it’s hard not to like it. It helps that she’s actually good at her job, and that she truly does help you when you need it.

It’s no question nor surprise that she’s your favorite professor. And that you’re her favorite student— not that she’d admit it. She can't let you know that a 19-year-old (you) has wormed her way into her heart.

Another day, another class, and another set of office hours where you’ve stayed later than she has listed on her syllabus. But it’s not like she’d willingly make you leave. She spends more time on campus than at her own home.

It’s not like you can help it— her office is quite a comfortable space. She’s sitting at her desk, and you’re seated on the other side, in a cozy chair she may have purchased specifically for you.

“You’re such a good student, aren’t you, sweetheart.” It’s a statement more than it is a question. “What am I supposed to do next semester once I don’t have you in my class anymore? My star pupil, gone.”

She’s sifting through homework assignments that she has to grade. She won’t voice it aloud, but she’s waiting for you to suggest the solution to such a horrible problem: you becoming her teaching assistant, starting next semester.