Professor’s musings

Yes, today was indeed a very particular last day of classes.

I was not counting on finding a couple of ghosts from my past. These are not like the dreadful ones mentioned here befor; no.  These are more like friendly Caspers.  Interestingly enough, just one of them could look me in the eye.  Must be sad…

Now, speaking about sadness, farewells tend to include the melancholy of letting something or someone go. 

Being an instructor is something fairly new to me.  This new adventure is so challenging and rewarding at the same time, that I’m still dazzled by it. I actually feel I’m truly helping someone reaching a goal, overcoming a trauma or just getting a bit better every Saturday. I can’t help getting surprised with the generous evaluations from my students.  Sometimes I think they’re just too benevolent.

My worst students are my biggest challenges and my best ones, my biggest rewards.

Needless to say, I’m well aware about the weight on my shoulders.  My beloved great teachers along the years are leading the way with their example: Don Carlos Chaverri, Geovanny Montero, Mr. Sid Spurgeon, LaiSai Acon, Sonia Kozicki-Jones, Don Jose Miguel Guzman, Natica la macha Rodriguez, Soili Buska, Don Jose Miguel Rodriguez and many others who despite of not making it to the hall of fame, also left a nice print. I couldn’t possibly forget to thank my bad, worse and worst teachers, who remind me everyday what I must not become.

But as cliché as it sounds, my biggest gratitude goes to my students. From the lazy one who thinks she’s too good to turn homework in; to the one that travels one hour to class and is never late.  Twenty people, twenty worlds. Some of them, inevitably, will leave a mark on your heart.

The wheel keeps turning and the process must not stop.

See you after vacations…to fall in love again.