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I miss my old professors. I haven't even finished my first year in college and I already do. Probably brought about by the much more severe professors I'm currently being taught by or just the sheer difficulty of the activities now.
I miss the enthusiasm and motherly demeanor of one of them. The gentle severity and understanding of the other. And the friendliness of the last one.
The creative freedom I had with my previous professors is unmatched. I loved doing my schoolwork. I woke up thinking of ideas and ways of presenting my outputs and fell asleep with the exact thoughts. I didn't have a problem letting my world revolve around my work because I loved every bit of it. Those few months felt like flying that had a bit of turbulence but not enough to throw me off course.
At least now, I know whose classes to pick for my next remaining years in college.
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