From the Editor

It's been an interesting week, to say the least. With spring a-knock knockin' on the door, the weather has just recently taken a turn for the better (or gas prices have stabilized enough to make an inconvenient truth a little more convenient and heat up the ill of delphia enough that I secretly thank every SUV driver as the warmth from their excess keeps my snot from freezing as I pass through the wind tunnel). That being said, we are on the home stretch, and this week Street is taking a look into the rare species of T.A. (see Ego, page 8) Now, this rare species should not be confused with the new bare-headed species of Brittany Spears, because unlike Ms. Spears, your average T.A. is neither white trash nor . well, white trash. While the T.A. may seem like an elusive, foreign species (for those who do not attend lecture or go to office hours) a chameleon if you will, on occasion their pastel colored sweaters allow them to blend in perfectly with their surroundings (any library or academic building, office or lecture hall) - but do not be confused, they are still there. That is right, your T.A. may seem like he is not paying attention, but he is carefully recording when you a) fall asleep in class, b) do the sudoku c) fall asleep while doing the sudoku or d) think that you are an idiot because he already did the sodoku and the crossword in the time it took you to figure out that the number five went into the first column, left box. You may see your T.A. in public and be caught off guard. Do not fear, young scholar! Your T.A. is a person too! They can carry five times their weight in books, but they can also get down with their bad academic selves at a concert, bar, or even the graduate student center (there is free coffee there - how else would your T.A be so chipper all the time?). So ask yourself, 'When was the last time I hugged my T.A.' 'Do I know my T.A.'s name?' Or 'Do I refer to him merely as the T.A.?''' In short, love your T.A. because your T.A. probably loves (or loathes) you and while you write your Poli-Sci midterm on the beach your average T.A. will be chillin' like the villain that he is in the library cause in the end, he grades you. Oh snap. Ta ta,