Praise to teachers Reply

Zac Vierra- Co-editor-in-chief

I will never forget the first time I came to Lasell College. It was a beautiful day in the fall of 2008 when I attended Lasell’s Open House. I didn’t know much about the college, but the idea of a sports communication concentration instantly drew me in.

On that day, I sat in a packed room in Yamawaki and listened to what the communication program had to offer. One particular professor drew my attention by using her hands as she spoke and talking with a spunk I will remember forever. After the presentation, that same professor noticed my Red Sox hat and commented, “Future sports writer?”

“I hope,” I shyly responded.

Then she gave me my first copy of “The 1851 Chronicle” and handed me her card.

That was the first time I met Marie Franklin. Little did I know, Professor Franklin would be- come a mentor and like a second mother to me.

When I look back at that day, I can’t help to reflect on how much I have changed. I have matured and gained confidence in my work and myself. I couldn’t be happier with where I am in life.

And for that I have many professors, much like Professor Franklin, to thank for shaping me into the person I am today.

There was Denny Frey, who introduced me to the Lasell Honors program as a freshman and helped me think critically about the sensitive subjects of sex and death.

And Neil Hatem, who taught me endless nuggets about the real world and how to be a leader during my sophomore year.

And Angus McQuilken, who taught me the ins and outs of public relations during my junior year, making me appreciate PR through real world examples.

There are so many wonderful professors at Lasell that I would have to write a book to thank them all, but all of you have helped shape me into who I am.

But it didn’t start at Lasell. My seventh grade teacher Karen Sabetta wrote in my yearbook that one day I would be writing in the newspaper.

My elementary school principal Doug Jenkins called me down to his office (in a mo- ment when I have never been so scared in my life) just to tell me how impressed he was with my writing in the school paper.

My first journalism teacher Laura Caryle preached to me during my junior year of high school that the word deadline has dead in it for the reason.

These memories will stick with me forever. But it doesn’t start with people labeled as teachers. I will forever be grateful to my mom for teaching me everything I know about being a good person. And to my grandfather, who passed away just this year, for teaching me about the game of baseball.

And to the random guy on the streets of Rome who offered me his umbrella to stand under, teaching me that one moment of kindness can prove how wonderful this world can be.

Once I graduate on May 19, I have no plans of returning to school. One aspect of school I will miss the most is the teachers that have helped guide me along the path of my life. But there is one thing that I am sure of: no matter where you go, there will be people teaching you lessons along the way.

To those of us who are graduating, never forget the people who helped get you here. Although some of us may never sit in classrooms ever again, never lose the will to learn.

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