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Yesterday the university held its first-ever Multicultural Stole Ceremony to recognize academic achievements of graduating students of color. The graduates will wear these over their shoulders outside their gowns at commencement today.

The program for the event read, in part, “Each graduate will select an individual who has played an instrumental role in his or her tenure at the university to present the stole.” Many of the students chose parents or other family members to present their stoles.

But Chernice Miller, winner of the Journalism School’s Woman of Promise award this year, chose me. During her many visits to my office to just chat over the past four years, I always would feel better than I had when she arrived, even if I had been in a good mood. She's one of my favorite people.

At the ceremony, when the individual presenters gave the 31 students their stoles on the Arts Center stage one at a time, the master of ceremonies read a couple of hundred words the recipients had written about the person they chose to present their stole. I was so overwhelmed by the moment that I can’t remember what Chernice wrote. All I remember was looking into her eyes and our huge hug at the end of it all.

I have spent the past week finally reaching peace with the idea that I’ll be retired as soon as I post final grades Monday morning. But yesterday was the peak accomplishment of my teaching career. As a colleague wrote in an email to me last night, “What a lovely note for you to leave on, that ceremony today. Even if you inspired no one but Chernice, and that’s clearly not true, that would have been enough to justify your efforts the last 15 years.”

Yesterday gave me permission to stop beating myself up for not doing better. I realized I have done my best. I have tried to nurture students and guide them, I’ve tried to show them how to learn, and, most of all, I’ve tried to help them believe in themselves as much as I believed in them.

I’m no longer going to lament leaving this part of my life behind. Sure, I’ll always have memories, but there’s other work to do now. I don’t know what it is, but I’m sure it’s there waiting for me.

Two weeks ago, I began my final radio show on the university’s student-run station with a song by Arcade Fire called “Ready to Start.” Two lines in the lyrics sum things up for me:

My mind is open wide
And now I'm ready to start

Yes, I am.


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 15th, 2016 02:29 pm (UTC)
Congratulations on your retirement, Mr. felixwas. And thank you for teaching the young people for 15 years. In my book, that is a contribution greater than putting on a military uniform.
May. 15th, 2016 07:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It was a blessing and privilege to do what I've done for the past 15 years.
May. 15th, 2016 04:24 pm (UTC)
And to think you once blogged that you wondered if you made any difference in your students' lives....HERE'S YOUR SIGN!!!!!
May. 15th, 2016 07:21 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Nick. I've been blessed for the past 15 years. Now it's time to start amassing the world's largest collection of Godzilla movies.
May. 16th, 2016 07:20 am (UTC)
Congratulations to you and to Chernice! What a very wonderful meeting of minds.
May. 17th, 2016 01:00 am (UTC)
Thanks so much! That was the final university function I attended as a faculty member, and it was the highlight of my 15 years at the university. It was such an honor.
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