I never really understood the power the words of a professor had until today. I had always appricated it but I never really felt the true force of it until I witnessed it with my own eyes. The prof has called us to meet so he could hand stuff back. Unfortunately, because of some stuff going on with the prof, he couldn’t get everything marked. But despite that, a handful of us students sat and talked with him for a good 3-4 hours. This was at the height of exam time too. Even throughout the semester, we would all stay behind after class and listen to him speak about whatever…be it a movie, The Simpsons, or philosophy. It occurred to me today just how rare such a prof is. The students would pass us by during class change and stare as they walked buy this group of students huddled around one man, listening intently, not to miss a word, and have this look on their face that said, “I think I am missing out on something.” It has been quite amazing to be a part of something like that. I hope every student that goes to University get to have at least one of those in their career. They make you appreciate learning in a way that one could never contemplate on their own. Its simply magic.