It was a combined meeting with LAE (the Criminal Justice club) and we held officer elections since the President (me) and Secretary are graduating. Then, we dined on Fazoli's and chatted for a while.
As one of my professors was leaving, it dawned on me that I'll never have another class with him again. Never again will I hear stories about his "children" (his farm animals) or listen to stories about "Johnny Boy" or "Sally Girl". I didn't appreciate it while I had the chance and now it's too late.
The 21 year old woman that is taking his grad-level course is no longer the 18 year old girl that sat in his Intro class during her first semester of college. My first semester I thought he was scary and college was hard and I would never make it through. I was so naive, so young, so new to life... and looking back on it, being a Criminal Justice major opened my eyes. The world isn't so innocent as the one I had lived in previously. I grew up so much in those 3.5 years of college.
Honestly, I wouldn't have picked this major if he didn't pull me into his office after class and tell me that I'm a bright student and really understand the material. Sure, I may not want to work in the field, but I've still enjoyed all of my classes and learned so much. That professor is the reason I realized that that I can make it through undergrad and go on to grad school, that I don't have to spend the rest of my life in poverty, that I can make something of myself.
And I never even said thank you.
Today, I'm going to write that professor a letter and thank him for all he's done throughout my college career.
Enjoy college while you can, friends. It goes by way too quickly.