I want to thank all of the teachers that brought me to the place in which I now find myself. I want to thank all that have loved me and held me together so that I can do what I do today. I want to thank you for putting up with me – all of my nonsense.
I thank you
In giving thanks, I thought about Walking & Talking… and wrote it as a way to give back.
I must acknowledge a distinct pleasure in my life: walking with students across Middlebury’s bucolic campus. Here I am, thinning white hair, not moving as spiritedly as the 18 year olds beside me, two or three students to the left of me, the same to the right, and sometimes one a bit in front of the flock, turning to say something. We part a sea of students in motion—bikes maneuver around us, others with cell phones in hand abruptly realize we’re a single mass and weave and bob by, there’s laughter, students call out to each other. Hey. Hey back. Polite nods at one another as we pass. A predictable stream switching classes.
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