There is a glimmer of memory in there. But don’t feel that I didn’t notice. I have many students and, after just a semester, the faces and names fade. I’m very happy that my class had a lasting and beneficial effect on your academics. It matters for me to hear it. I wish you all the best and thanks for reading my work. I enjoy comments and would like to hear from you anytime.

I have come here to say that—to this day—you remain in memory as one of the most fantastic lecturers in my small college “career.” And, as far as college-level writing is concerned, you whipped me into shape. I like to give credit where credit is due; and no matter how shitty or glorious the semester is for you, I just want to remind you that Yes, yes you do make an impact. Teachers don’t get to hear that enough, and I am getting a good sense of this fact as I fast approach my final semester in the Teachers College at Emporia State University.

Anyway… I have enjoyed my rediscovery of you. Your blog posts and writing style make keeping up with your life such a pleasure, and I urge you (though I doubt you need urging) to never stop!

But in case you would like to remember a student from one of those crappy classes of yesteryear (I want to say Fall 2013, History from 1877 to Present), consider this small description: young guy who frequently wore jeans and black shirts (or band shirts), skipped class with his friend, Nate, and who often visited with you after class to discuss—among other thinkers and philosophers—Aleister Crowley and Friedrich Nietzsche. I hope your semester finishes strong! One day, I would love to return to JCCC, take one of your classes, and then try really hard to sponge up some of your oratory prowess.

Take care,

Nick Clohecy