Accidental office hours

Apparently I’ve become the unofficial anatomy tutor at Caribou without actually trying.

Accidental office hours

Three different people have asked for help this week alone, all because I made the mistake of spreading my color-coded notes across a table where other people could see them.

Today’s victim was this girl from my morning lecture who looked like she was about to cry over the muscular system.

Third study session this week with different people.

Twenty minutes later she’s actually understanding insertion points and thanking me like I just saved her GPA. Which, honestly, I might have.

The weird thing is I actually enjoy explaining this stuff. Breaking down the complex diagrams, finding ways to make the Latin names stick, watching that moment when it finally clicks – it’s kind of addictive. Plus these impromptu sessions are helping me review without feeling like I’m studying.

Maybe I should make this official somehow. Put up a little sign or something: ‘Anatomy help, one coffee in exchange for not failing.’ Carmen thinks I’m crazy for giving away free tutoring, but if it’s helping me learn better too, why not?