I Spent A Day As A Professor, Here’s What Happened

I Spent A Day As A Professor, Here’s What Happened

It was probably the coolest thing I’ve ever done.

When you experience something new, a sort of rush comes over you. If you enjoy it, you smile. If you’re excited about it in anticipation, you buy candy and make a trivia game.

This is what happened when I received an email out of the blue from a former professor of mine. It went something along the lines of “Hey, I’m going to be out of town, and this is what I’m talking about, and I know you know the subject pretty well….so wanna teach it for a day?”


I was so excited. I had done countless presentations in school, and have always loved public speaking. Better yet, I had always thought in some of my classes, particularly ones I found myself getting bored in, “What would I do differently if I taught this class?”

Well, I never got too bored in this particular class when I took it, because, well, it was all about creative advertising. That’s my interest, my passion, my love. So naturally, I was holding onto every word my professor said.

When it was my turn to teach the same class, I had two goals in mind:

  1. The students need to actually retain the material.
  2. They need to have fun doing it!

So, I came in with a plan.

Armed with a colorful Google Slides presentation, hours of practice, TONS of pictures, a trivia game, and candy, I walked into the first of two classes I could be teaching that day. I went through the presentation without any problems, and actually got a lot of great engagement from the other students. They were asking questions, they were excited about my trivia game, and I knew they were retaining the material. I even had some students stay after class and ask me more questions. I had never felt like an experience that seemed fun to me could be so rewarding toward other people - especially my peers.

I might not go out and become a professor, but I will ask about this opportunity again in the future. I had the time of my life, and I was absolutely certain that those students had a better experience than I did when I took the same class. Not because of the teacher or the content, but there’s just something unique about a peer talking to you and saying “Listen man, here’s how you can succeed, and I know you’ll believe me because we’re pretty much the same.”

It was one of the most rewarding experiences I’ve ever encountered, and I can’t wait to do it again.

Cover Image Credit: Caroline Webb

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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