Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Monday, June 14, 2004
Holidays are great ways to reach out to people you haven’t seen for years.
In my case, I found Father’s Day a perfect excuse to inform two of my former professors that I’m still alive and wreaking havoc wherever I can.
Unsure of whether they still know me or not, I included my whole name (but I dropped the Mary), my section, the subject I was under them, and the year I graduated.
Prof #1 replied a few seconds after I sent my SMS. Apparently he still remembers me. Though he did misspell my name. But in fairness, he also wrote, “I read your good stories.”
I guess I could count myself lucky that in a few times that I published something, he actually got to read them and liked it (or so he claims). But even when I thought he was lying, I still said that he was very sweet.
Prof #2 replied three hours later. He thanked me and asked me the perfunctory question of where I was and how I was doing (I think he has no idea of who I am).
Now, with Prof #2 I took extra time in replying. Mainly because I remember him telling me that I gave the sweetest Christmas message. In other words, I didn’t want to fall short of expectations. Besides, I liked the way he posed the question, "How do you conquer the world?" Plus, if there's one prof who could actually rival Saturday Boss' charisma and popularity to students, it's him.
After pouring my soul out, he gave his words of wisdom. Then just when I felt that the text exchange was about to come to an end, he finally texted, “By the way, Father’s Day is still next Sunday.”
Okay. I had only one reply to that.
”Well, I guess I’ll have to greet you again next week then.”
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