as i reflect on my former life as a college student i fondly remember the time spent with my mentor JS. he is, in essence, whom i wish to become.
the wednesday before graduation all the senior PR/J majors thought it would be very clever of us to "kidnap" him and drag him to eat with us, at which time we would heap praise upon him and lavish him with gifts.
as all good and true plans do, this one failed.
instead we finally tracked him down and pleadingly convinced him to meet us at the Oil. once there we did, in fact, heap praise upon him and give him our delightful gift...
and then he spoke.
we were all very used to his speaking, as his advisees we were subject to hours and hours every week...for years. but this time he did not include any clever anecdotes or trivia from the everyday lives of superstars - tonight he spoke with the precise posings of a personal ghandhi. assuring us of our success, and commanding our consecration for the upcoming battle.
never have i seen a group of restless students more focused on what a professor was saying. it was as if we had to read the words as they came out his mouth in order to fully understand them. the whistling espresso machine and boisterous conversations of others in the crowded coffee shop were merely mirrored ripples for the swan to glide upon.
Joshua 3:5
2 comments:
hello.
I already verbally commented, but I'll comment here, as well. Beautifully written. These words can only be understood by a former student.
Love, LS
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