I think I have a problem

I love geography. For the most part, it's a mediocrely pompous discipline and I have enjoyed the vast majority of my classes over the course of my stay here in the department of geography and planning at the University of Toronto.

I say I think I have a problem, because over the past 4 years in this department I have developed a number of professor crushes.

It all began with the infamous professor Robert Lewis. He is a 50-something, British, wicked cool, super pompous, tenured professor with a ponytail who changed my life. Jokes, he didn't change my life, but he was pretty cool and put up with my (more than) frequent office visits. I'm pretty sure he thought I was out of my mind and in a constant state of rattled, but whatever he was relaxed about it. Two years later I still hold professor Lewis in just as high esteem.

Then came Damian Dupuy. I was not keen on taking stats to say the least. I spent a large chunk of my summer vacation believing I was going to fail in fact, as I hadn't taken math for about 5 years. A friend of mine told me, "noway, you'll be fine DD knows how to explain that shit to anyone." And it turns out he did. And I think my crush began because, he in fact made stats one of my favourite classes at University. He was young(ish), pretty cool, funny, and made the course material tangible. He would spend as much time as necessary with you until you understood something completely, which I really appreciated on a number of occasions.

My most recent professor crush (and last I suppose, as I am graduating this year), is for Professor Matt Farish. He is the youngest of the three, and I essentially want his life, in a nutshell. He is a geography academic, he has lived all over the country (and begrudgingly left BC awhile ago), has traveled most of the US and many other wicked cool places of the world, has no children, and looks fantastic for his age. I'm pretty sure I would sell my soul for his life. I recently attended his office hours and while I sometimes appear a bit rattled and "off the wall" in office hours (because I still haven't warmed up to the idea that profs won't in fact bite) he made me feel quite calm and at ease, which I truly appreciated.

There you have it, my little "problem." However now that I look more closely, I realize that all of these profs have something in common: I attended their office hours. And over the years I have certainly enjoyed, and taken a liking to profs whose offices hours I took the opportunity to attend. So, if you have never taken the opportunity to attend office hours I highly recommend it, just try not to fall head over heels for your professors.