Not too long ago, one of my students asked me to step out of the classroom to introduce me to someone special — his mother, who was also a former student from ions ago. Two generations under the belt. WOW. I must be getting old!
Last weekend, a high school teacher from Rhode Island brought her children to tour her old stomping grounds, and tell them stories about her “favorite” Professor — that would be yours truly.
Today, I ran into a former student from 25 years ago, who now teaches at The University of Tampa as an Adjunct Professor. He is little older, greying at the temples, and complained about fighting the common middle age girth.
Life has truly come full circle. The impressionable teenagers of yesteryears are now Moms’ and Dads’, and successful professionals and educators in their own right. I find deep satisfaction in seeing the personal and professional growth of those that sat in my classes years ago. The fact we can still connect, is icing on the cake.
In a strange way, educating young minds is the gift that keeps on giving. I am still loving the life of a teacher. Changing young lives, one student at a time.
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