Going to a small university, you have a high chance of facing funny/awkward/embarrassing/ obstacles with professors. One of my favorites (or not so favorite) is when you pass them in the cafeteria. They are going to teach, but you are going to lunch. Whoops... Or when you see them in the school wellness center and are like "Oh hey, you have a killer work out routine, Dr. _____"
But the upside to a small university is that you get to know your professors and they get to know you. I had one professor for three classes in the same semester. This meant really, truly getting to know him and he me. So naturally when a beloved, encouraging, hysterical, easy-going (and grading) "prof" announces his unexpected retirement, there can be a series of emotions following a typical grieving template.
1. Denial
I’m fine. We are all fine. It's going to be OK. It won't even affect me. Pshhh I’ll be fine. You're going where? Whatever. I don't even care.
2. Anger
How could you leave us?! HOW? You don’t need that extra time with your family! You don't need to spend time in Florida! Is the school pushing you out?! I can't even deal.
3. Bargaining
Please stay. Please. No one else lets me turn things in a week late. Pleaseeeeee. We’ll be best the best students ever. You will miss the paycheck won't you!? Please.
4. Sadness
I really can't right now.
Like, really. This party we threw for you was supposed to be a happy party...but is it? Yes, I'm eating three cupcakes, but who says I'm not just stuffing my face to keep from falling apart?
5. Acceptance
*Insert crying emoji* Because we all know our professor has taught us great things and we will succeed (*tears*). Also, Hannah Montana saying something worth hearing? Hmmm.
So, as someone who doesn't event get emotionally attached to proffers, why I am so sad?
As an introvert, sometimes it's hard for me to connect with professors because I’m not always shooting out answers in class. But every so often, you come across a professor that accepts you, helps you, and encourages you. This can be great, but as the classes get harder and they offer more encouragement, then the thought of not having them anymore can be really hard. I know personally that I don't give credit where credit is due often enough when it comes to teachers. Sometimes I see them more as enemies punishing me for having a fun night when really, the good ones are trying their best to prepare us students for the future (cheesy with cheese I know). So thank you, dear professor that is retiring. I, along with the department you teach in, will miss you.
