With finals fast approaching I have had some time to reflect upon this stress filled semester. The mental breakdowns were plentiful this semester for multiple reasons, especially because of that one class and that one professor. We all had that one professor, because there is always that one every semester. The one who makes you question if you'll make it through, if you have what it takes to be in your profession, if you know anything at all, - see I told you that we all had one.
Looking back on all the times I called my parents crying or walked back from class holding back tears it was because of you and your class. Maybe it was from not sleeping because I was up for 2 days straight studying for your impossible exams, maybe it was because every single time I asked you a question you degraded me and made me feel stupid, maybe it was because I failed another test because all I could think about was your class and how the next test is quickly approaching, or maybe it was because you consistently made me feel like I wasn't good enough. Regardless of why I cried (which was more than I care to admit by the way), I am glad I did.
I am glad that you pushed me to my breaking point on multiple occasions. I am glad that you showed me that I do have what it takes because if I didn't I would have quit, and I didn't. I am thankful for all the stress and the mental breakdowns that you and your class gave me because you showed me I am strong enough for this. You showed me that things aren't easy and they are going to be hard and that is something that will never change, no matter how much I cry or whine about it.
So thank you. Thank you for showing me all that and so much more. Thank you for all the hoops you made me jump through and the walls I had to climb up and over in order to pass and in order to succeed. Thank you for ensuring that I will succeed long past your class and this semester because of all the life lessons that you gave me. You taught me more than can be taught in a classroom, and for that I am grateful.
