Sunday, January 25, 2015

Real Talk: College

Dear Professor,

You may not know me. I am the girl who slips into the back corner just as class is starting, and bolts for the door as soon as you said, “see you on Friday”. 

Or, you may know me by name and yell “hello” from across the amphitheater during the cold hours of the morning as I rush to my 8am class.  

Either way, I want you to know that you have made a difference. A huge difference. It is not in vain; those late nights and hair pulling as you try to figure out a way to convey your topic to me and my classmates. You are changing lives and helping to build up the next generation of leaders, parents, and more importantly, Christians. 

I sat in your classroom today, and I realized that I am going to be sad to walk across the stage in May. Not sad to be done with the deadlines and papers and hundreds of pages of reading, but sad to be done learning from you. 

You have taught me that math doesn’t have to be synonyms with tears and anger and pain. You have taught me that history isn’t boring and stale, but rather full of life and humor and intriguing facts. You have taught me how to ask questions about the Bible and dig deeper and deeper to find the answers. You have taught me to not shy away from hard questions and hard answers. You have taught me that poetry isn’t just people throwing various misspelled words together, but rather the most beautiful of songs. You have taught me how to tackle a ten page research paper in a way that doesn’t require no sleep and an ulcer from too much caffeine. 

Whether you couldn’t pick me out of a line-up, or I say hello to you on a regular basis, I want to thank you. Thank you for changing the way I view life. Thank you for having an infectious passion for the subject you are teaching. Thank you for making the leaving of this place a bittersweet (and sometimes downright sad) event. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for doing what you do. 

Sincerely,
The girl at the back of your classroom

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