For that education, I thank my parents and grandparents for paying for it and making it possible, and my professors for providing it.
Why do I say this now? Because yesterday I came across a note from a professor of mine at Hillsdale. It was part of a letter explaining my grade earned in a junior year American History seminar class.
Dear Matt,There's more in the note about the grade Dr. Willson gave me (it's not as bad as that paragraph may lead you to believe, but, as he notes, not as good as it should have been), and it concludes with a Christmas blessing to me and my family.
I guess you are going off to Washington before I can convince you to do one research project with all the energy and enthusiasm of which you are capable. I certainly understand how distracted you were for much of the semester, and I sympathize. I hope that you can learn from it all, and not be tempted too much by cynicism. The challenge of Washington is probably a good thing right now.
For fairly petty and self-destructive reasons, that semester was my worst. And while he didn't excuse it, Dr. Willson knew about it and understood it. Today, I hear stories from friends about their experiences at gigantic schools and they sound like tales from another planet. I'm willing to bet that notes like mine aren't written at too many schools these days. After all, TAs have their own classes to worry about.
Maybe sharing this makes me sound like a snob. Maybe, an elitist. Really, I'm just grateful.