Cheer up, Love.

My history professor has a way of making me believe in myself like never before. I waltzed into her office to talk to her about changing my history minor into a major after she mentioned to me that I should think about making the switch a few weeks ago. She was looking over my four year plan and exclaimed in joy when she noticed that I was taking a class from her in the spring. Little did she know that I planned on taking another class after that the next fall from her as well. Luckily, she was excited for that one too. I laughed at her and asked her if she might not get sick of me by then in a joking manner, and to that she responded so sincerely, "No, not at all. I love having you in my classes. You are such a work horse; I can't believe how you pour yourself into the work." That made me feel so exceptional. I think a lot of times I don't think I can keep up with everyone else or that I get caught in this snare of thinking I am not good enough or never could be, but to hear that from her was...truly amazing. This is the same teacher that also asked me to be her T.A. for my last two years of college. I am so excited to work with her and get to know her better because she truly is an amazing teacher. I am thankful for teachers like her. What a blessing.