On illness and kindness.

I try to walk to classes Tuesday and Thursday, because I have 5 hours of nearly non-stop classes, except for a 50 minute lunch break, it doesn't make sense to drive and pay for parking, etc. Plus, I pay high rent so that I'm close enough to walk.

On my way, after nearly slipping on ice like 5 times (FUCK YOU NORTHAMPTON, more upkeep on public walkways, PLEASE) I ran into my professor for the History of Rock. Now, because I was sick for nearly two weeks I missed as many classes as I attended. This came at the beginning of the semester and was an awful, awful first impression. Plus because it was during the "shopping" period, there was confusion over if I was still in the class.

But he and I chatted as we walked to our destinations. He's a super cool, nice guy. He said he understood and it wasn't a problem and even told me that, since I had been so utterly sick, that if I needed a day or two extra on our upcoming paper - just to ask and I'd have it.

Now, in my experience with returning to my educational endeavours, I have encountered many wonderful professors. I've been very lucky in that. This just exemplifies what a really amazing professor is like - they really want us to learn and to do well, professors don't want to fail people, and if you can just take a moment to step aside and chat with them, most of the time - the outcome is going to be positive.

I'm better now, still some congestion and breathing problems, but I can move, I have energy, I can think, and I'm sleeping somewhat decently. I have a few papers coming up so thank goodness I'm on the road to recovery, eh?

And thank goodness for amazing, understanding professors.

Comments (4)

The ones on South Street??!?!

Green Street was safe to walk on, at least…. ;)

Oh, and outside Forbes is also an experience in sliding.

It’s actually quite dangerous.