By an unexpected confluence of events, I have been invited as a guest blogger to converse with all of you. I once had a co-worker that happened to be at a VIP lounge when President Clinton walked in with his entourage. He said President Clinton was tall, had a way about him and when he shook your hand he sort of grasped your shoulder with his other hand. He looked in your eyes and had a way of interacting like you were the only one in the room. My co-worker said he saw stars in his eyes for a while and started shaking people’s hands that way, until someone told him to stop because it wasn’t “him”. Well, after more than 15 years of being out of her classroom, there’s a part of my brain that still has this weird professor worship over a teacher that taught me some pretty good “stuff”. To this day I’m still writing papers for her even if its just in my head. So here I am, as a result of still writing papers for her in my head. We all loved her and for the record I got one “A” in her class on an assignment. I think it might have even been an “A-minus”. I only took two of her classes. For the record, I am in my mid-thirties and a healthcare professional. I use to be undocumented, which is why I am here.
I wish all of you a good evening. We’ll talk again soon.