I know. Big whup. But as I read her message, I started to tear up. Maybe I’m losing it in my dotage, but she was able to quote lessons from a class I taught a year ago and I don’t remember the last time I felt so good about something I did professionally.
I mean, honestly. I am a professor. I’m a teacher, but sometimes, I don’t know if I’m teaching anything, or if I’m just being really entertaining in front of a group of mildly-amused students. (That’s how I feel most days; I’m nothing if not entertaining.)
But entertaining only gets a student so far. It’s when you can light a fire in them that moves them to take what you taught and run with it that means everything. It means you live forever. And how cool is that?