I sneaked into Dr. Maylem’s afternoon Class to have a ten-minute moment with MKTG 4.
It is the same old class that I used to handle during their junior year. These students are still bursting with Marketista energy which can awaken people, both the living and the dead.
They were having their typical day when I entered the room. Some students were arranging photocopied materials. Others were joking around with their friends and maybe for some, they were just too Busy with something else other than their course requirements.
When I was about to start my ten-minute talk with them, I heard the words: We miss you, Ma’am. At that point, I was lost for words and so touched that it took me few seconds to answer them back with my usual sarcastic quip. I was so thankful that my phone rang twice so I would have something to distract them with while I was trying to recall the things that I should be telling them. I even mispronounced words that sounded funny but I didn’t care because honestly, I was too busy pretending that “the class missing me” was not much of a deal.
But, it was and is a BIG deal.
After the most difficult exams, countless reprimands, never ending requirements and sleepless nights that I caused them, they still miss our class discussions. For me, this is life.
And, life is indeed beautiful. J
