Memory Lane
One of my favorite memories of college was when I was taking a once a week class. 3 hours. One class. That’s all you got, so you could only “maybe” miss one class all semester. I already used up my one “freebee” on my period. And just a quick FYI, I can barely move during this time. For about 2 days I am nauseous and I can’t really move without massive pain. So no class for me.
Then surprise what came along the next month. I can’t move again and I e-mailed my professor. He asked that I try to come to class, and if I need to leave early I can.
So I go. And apparently looked like death. I was super pale, did not move from my position at my desk (gripping the sides in a vice, head lowered onto the top) other than to answer questions. I was afraid if I moved to much or fast I would pass out or throw up everywhere, so I stayed in class the whole time. At the end of of the 3 hour class, my friend asks if I need help getting back to my room. I nod and tell her I’m just glad I didn’t throw up anywhere.
As I am leaving, my professor calls my name. I look over and he just simply says “If you need to miss a class, just send an e-mail saying you can’t come. I won’t deduct an attendance, when you really can’t come to class. Just meet with me when you can, after you feel well.”
I will never forget how kind that was, nor the fact that he kept his word the entire 4 years I took his classes.
