Yesterday was Valentine's Day, right? Sadly, I do not have any dates. Except our family dinner at 10pm, that is. Anyway, here's my story.
One of my students said in front of the class yesterday that he's too thankful that they have me as their lecturer. I undoubtedly asked why, of course.
"Because other professors bring thick books before entering our class and they discuss it impromptu. While you sir, you come to our class with a big old backpack, a water tumbler, and a handkerchief. You keep your things away in a corner and takes two or four chalks, an eraser, and a piece of paper. You seriously know what you're teaching unlike others."
I laughed a little after he said that. Flattered. That's the word. Although I wanted him to explain further what on his mind, I smile and said,
"I was a student once. And back from high school, there was this female professor in our bookkeeping class who stand tall like me, smiles a lot like me, and brings a hanky like me. She often armed herself with two chalks, and a tissue paper. No gigantic books whatsoever. She's single, too."
We all laughed. To be frank, I suddenly miss that professor after cherishing the memory. I was her top student back then and there are times when she would call me and answer her questions making my words stutter because of shyness and nervousness. Oh, nostalgia.
"Class, she's my inspiration."