Tuesday, January 27, 2015
There are gifts ... and there are gifts!
That CD with the note on the content will not mean anything to you. But, to me, it is nothing but a wonderful story. A story on why it is so awesome to be a university teacher; did I ever tell you that I love what I do? ;)
The day began on an awful note though.
There was a book in my campus mailbox. Which puzzled me because the publishers' representatives know that I don't use formal texts in my courses and a long, long time ago they stopped sending me their sales pitches.
Let me put it this way--that book was a "gift" from a colleague but it was really not a gift. Well, ok, it was a gift if you think that this scene is also about nothing but a friendly gift ;)
But, by now I am used to bizarre things said and done. After all, that is academia. And that is how most faculty apparently want to behave.
I went about my business. I had an awesome lunch that I had brought with me--a panini that I made in the morning (grilled ciabatta with garlic-infused olive oil, swiss cheese, fresh black pepper, leftover chicken, and spinach leaves) and a honeycrisp apple to finish that off! I brushed my teeth (am afraid of my teacher!) and kept the door open for office hours with students.
A student walked in.
Correction--a young man who was a student in one of my classes four or so years ago walked in.
He was pleasantly surprised that I recognized him. "I wanted to stop by my superstar professors and say hi" he said.
He made my day.
We chatted for more than half an hour. I would have spent more time with him, but for an appointment that I had. During that conversation, I told him that I still have at home the CD that he had burnt for me to listen to a couple of "Radio Lab" segments--which itself was a result of a chat that we had had in class. "That is a tangible piece of evidence that I have not forgotten you" I told him.
Those are the kinds of gifts that I cherish. I retain them. I love those memories.
The "gift" that was in my office mailbox? Return to sender, of course ;)
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