Sometimes I dream of being a professor at my univeristy. I dream of standing behind a podium with a chalk in my hand, being enthusiastic about my material.
Sometimes I dream of being a father-figure, so to speak to struggling students, especially those who may think they fail at life or destroyed their future because of their grades. I often dream of taking them aside and saying: "Don't believe that. You didn't fail. You just explored one path, didn't work. Now go back and find another."
I think I owe it all to Mr. Hollingsworth, my Freshman composition professor. He's what I want to be if I became a professor. An eccentric, passionate man who's able to bring laughs out of the students, even if the subject itself was probably dull.
I also think it's so I can relive my childhood by drawing/writing on the board. A bit of that, maybe.
I've had teachers who were downright dispictable and shouldn't have had the job, and I've had teachers that clearly were passionate about their subjects and truely cared about the students.
If I ever was a professor or in any profession that required mentoring, I'd want to make sure that if nothing else, my students could look back ten, twenty years later and still remember me. I don't think I shall ever forget Mr. Hollingsworth.
Good teachers last forever, but the bad die out almost immediatly.
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