My subject, Organisational Psychology, is a "minor" subject in the Master of Science of Business Administration,
They are curious, lively, interact, ask questions, stop at the break and at the end of the lesson to learn more.
Even students who take the exam without attending are often brilliant. I know them anyway because I ask them a small essay.
Yesterday there was another graduation day. I went there even if I was still under the aftermath of a nasty flu and only one thesis for my subject.
I always like to watch the students, they are beautiful. It is clear that they wear "big" clothes that do not belong to them (yet?).
It’s that I cannot help thinking about how much that day will remain in their memory, the day of their graduation.
Yesterday the student was brilliant. Given my painful conditions, colleagues kindly thought to whisper, when she finished: "if you want to go, don’t worry, your student is very good".
I felt invaded by an unjustified feeling of pride and gratitude. It is certainly not because of me that the student is good, but I am proud and grateful that she has chosen me to be, in some way, a vehicle of her happiness.
We have taken praise.
I wish everyone moments of senseless gratitude.