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May. 9th, 2006 01:58 pmI had an email from one of my professors this morning. Well, actually, I emailed him and had a reply, which considering his aversion to email is nearly one for the record books.
His daughter was born the summer before I started university. On small lib-arts campuses the teachers and the students often form very close bonds, so it was unsurprising, given that he taught me freshman year, that I should meet his daughter on her first visit. The entire population of three departments, faculty and student, spoiled her rotten, nannied her, admired her, and watched her grow up, me included. When I was a senior she was staying with her dad for the day and came by the theatre, and I made her a faerie wand out of a rolled up bit of paper and some gauze we had lying around. Lovely little blonde girl, big wide smile, refused to take off her ballerina tutu.
Anyway, he sent me a photo of her along with his email, and she's eight now, with hair she dyed red for some school event.
One isn't supposed to feel quite so old at the age of 26, I'm certain.
His daughter was born the summer before I started university. On small lib-arts campuses the teachers and the students often form very close bonds, so it was unsurprising, given that he taught me freshman year, that I should meet his daughter on her first visit. The entire population of three departments, faculty and student, spoiled her rotten, nannied her, admired her, and watched her grow up, me included. When I was a senior she was staying with her dad for the day and came by the theatre, and I made her a faerie wand out of a rolled up bit of paper and some gauze we had lying around. Lovely little blonde girl, big wide smile, refused to take off her ballerina tutu.
Anyway, he sent me a photo of her along with his email, and she's eight now, with hair she dyed red for some school event.
One isn't supposed to feel quite so old at the age of 26, I'm certain.