I’m teaching this semester; a course in public relations at Fontbonne University. It’s a commitment I’ve made, to teach every other year, one night a week for sixteen weeks. It’s a two and a half hour class.
With the amount of to-do on my list, family, being sick (still, can you believe it?), teaching has seemed at times like one thing too many. Getting ready for class I count up the weeks till May and think, If I can just make it through this . . .
But then Wednesday night comes, and I see my students’ smiling faces, hear their voices, marvel at their ideas, laugh with them (okay, sometimes at them), and enjoy thoroughly the place they are in their lives, and being a part of the process of ushering them through it. Driving home every week I remember, Yes, that’s why I’m doing this; because it’s just so much fun.
