Some people fear their college professors; some hate their college professors, and some, like me, genuinely like their college professors. Mostly. Dr. “Mostly,” you know who you are. This semester I’ve been having some stumbling moments as I try to write a paper my heart isn’t invested in. It’s not the subject so much as the style of paper we’ve been asked to write that is chaffing my creative thoughts. Heaven knows nobody wants chapped thoughts, but I’ve got them.
I was asking for advice from a professor who is sensitive to my writing whims and he responded, via email, while enjoying a family vacation on the East Coast. Along with some very fundamental and helpful suggestions he ended with this—“…and finally, limit yourself to one of your zingers. One smart-ass remark in the conclusion. One, my friend!” I burst out laughing. It’s like he knows me or something. It was the best part of my day.