I just ran into one of my former Microbiology students from Westminster College. She remembered me. . . .I remembered her face, but forgot her name. She's a nurse now at a local hospital. She said she liked my class.
Wow. Once I had another life.
Today I am wiping runny noses, but I wouldn't go back to that life. I'm glad I experienced it, though.
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But the child's whose runny nose you're wiping could grow up to be another teacher's microbiology student. You're still doing a great job!
Oh man, this happens to me ALL the time. I come across people that I taught in high school or at BYU or someone who I was their EFY counselor or something and it's all very twilight-zonish. I can remember it all so clearly, but kind of like a vivid dream. And though I'm not at all ashamed of what I'm doing now instead, I always wish I looked as good as I used to. But you can't fake away exhausted. :)
You taught microbiology? Cool.
Just went to a gala/benefit dinner at Juilliard...
"What am I up to?" I was asked.
Does playing at our Stake's Fine Arts Evening count? Well, it better, because that was a big deal considering all the boogers I was wiping in between practicing...
TOTALLY understand.
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