In a professional writing class I was taught by a professor – who later on avoided saying “Hi” on campus most probably due to his assumptions of my political affiliation; that you use a comma after the name of the addressed only if there is a friendly relationship or some sort of acknowledgment between you other wise you use a colon. He also taught me not to go with run-ons. However, I am sure we know each other, may be in some other life.
You used to teach my favourite subject, sociology. I was taught sociology by an amazing Tunisian professor Dr. Mohsen Bou-Azizi.
I got to know you through my freshman year at my university, registered at the time as an English literature and linguistics student. And I never left you behind since then.
Yesterday I needed to watch a movie just because. Or let me be honest it’s not just because I needed to watch a movie that would let me overcome a great deal of misery of my friends being jailed for no reason while every media outlet tries to fit some reason to their agenda. I would talk to you about them but I lost the motive to talk…
I am a policy planning and development graduate. Excuse me for delaying the intro. I switched major at my junior year and I graduated a semester earlier with a semester more worth of credits. I rushed my way to my degree and now I just can’t find a reason why I did that. I earned nothing from the rush but a lower GPA than I deserved. I also don’t regret it. I learned a great deal about myself and I keep learning more everyday and I seem to be a whole lot of details much larger than I expected.
Back to the movie, I missed you. The guy who played you was a good actor enough so I would never let you go. I watched the movie again. Cried my time through it. Pausing it to talk to Khaled and then continue crying to sleep and back to watching it this morning. However I smiled this time so wide as I would have never expected you know?
I am 22 years old, coach. Funny enough, you died a little time earlier than my brother’s birth; and if you lived you would be celebrating your 99th birthday in a few days. You died when I was 2 and a few and there was no chance you could have taught me in person.
Anyway, it seems to be true; you lived your way to the 100 and you’re not dying any time soon. That’s good news.
This is a long letter that was actually aimed to be a two words of thank you.
Before I write on and forget; you left us a very good lecturer: Mitch. It’s a shame you didn’t talk him into Academia. He would have made a good professor. He is teaching in his own way though.
I wanted to say thank you for keeping me company and making me smile.
I might write back again sometime. I dunno.
I hope you’re in heaven enjoying your time with all the love you left living behind.
I wish someday, we could meet; I would prefer to talk to you rather than to write. And hey, guess what; it’s Tuesday!
All the best, Coach.