Thank you. That’s all I can think to say right now. Thank you for never failing to push me these past few months. Thank you for making me stretch my mind. Thank you for making me more interested in a field and career that I already wanted to pursue. Thank you for making every debate, discussion and lecture truly one that I was interested in. Thank you for making your class the one that I looked forward to every week and the only one that I was actually interested in studying for.

The first day of class you intimidated me with your designer clothes, years of in-depth experience and your tendency to speak a mile a minute.

Your class wasn’t easy. That’s something I can say easily. Your assignments and tests challenged us, pushing us to become better students and apply our knowledge rather than just memorize facts and figures.

You were incredibly charismatic. Every example you gave in class was relevant and something that people our age could understand. You made sense, which in my few short months at college is a skill I noticed many professors lacking.

When I went through tough times in the semester, you didn’t leave me behind in the work that I missed during the days I couldn’t come to class. You sat with me and went through each and every thing that I had missed, understanding the situation that I was in.

I will truly hold every professor I have from now on to the standard that you set. You make me want to be a better student. You make me want to put in the effort to have the career you did. You inspire me to reach my goals and aspire to be the best.