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2-22-10

Dear Professor Kauk,

Please don’t be alarmed by this letter. I’m a former student of yours. I took your Microbiology class in the Fall Semester of 2009. Both the lecture and lab. I just wanted to share with you my experience in the class. I’ve been holding all these feelings inside of me for the past few months. I thought it was a very emotionally draining class. I felt like I lost a part of me when I took this class and I’m still slowly recovering from it. Lots of ups and downs. But I passed…although I wish I got a higher grade. I just never was involved in a class like this. Very eventful. Lots of work and studying. Earlier this semester (Spring 2010), I was in the library in one of the cubicles and just suddenly did a freewrite. I just wrote all of my thoughts on paper about my experience in your class. Well… here it goes…

Where did I go wrong with Microbiology? I underestimated the class… Yes, I got the books and all, but it didn’t really help me much in the end. I didn’t know how to use it to my benefit. The class was more of a memorization-type class. I didn’t take the first exam seriously. I was distracted. I wasn’t focused. I tried to read and keep up. I should have memorized instead of reading. I’m a slow reader. I wished that there weren’t so many pretty girls that semester. Even you, Professor, were easy on the eyes. I’ll never forget that green outfit you had going on. Green top with a white and green skirt. Stunning! However, all that got me in the end… I failed the first exam hard. I dug a huge hole for myself. For the second exam, I managed to get a C. However, around this time, I was so anxious about lab. I didn’t know what to do from time to time. Thank God, I had a good group. They were so kind and helpful. Angels in disguise…

The lecture was getting more confusing. I was told to print and answer the review sheets from each power point. This was the part that destroyed me. I did try and answer all the review sheets. I gave it my all. However, in the back of mind I knew I was going to struggle with this exam. I wasn’t studying correctly. I didn’t even get to cover much of the last lecture of the unit. I was still hopeful however. So the day for the 3rd exam arrived. Man was that test confusing! It was hard! I just wanted to pass it. A week later, you posted the exam grades on TalonNet. It was a Sunday morning, I believe. I was on TalonNet and looked up the scores. I had failed the exam big time. I was in danger of failing the class. My confidence was nearly gone at this point. The rest of the day and week was an emotional one for me. I was so negatively affected by that 3rd exam. I felt like dropping the class. I was scared. All these doubts would begin to cloud my head.

I was actually surprised that you apologized to the whole class about the poor results of the exam. That stuck with me. I felt you should have never apologized. You gave us all the necessary information to pass. But anyway, you’re so humble and kind. I miss having that kind of teacher. I haven’t had one like that since high school. I should have taken more advantage of your patience. You had a lot of it. However, I was too shy...too intimidated…too self –conscious. You even offered the class an extra credit quiz. However, I had not yet recovered mentally from the exam scores and so I would skip it out of fear. Looking back, I should have never skipped it…

I don’t think I ever recovered from that third exam massacre. But as soon as the new unit started, something ticked in me. I was hungry. I think I had finally found my identity in the class. I wanted to do everything I could to pass the next exam. I even used flash cards for the first time and let me tell you…they helped!!...a lot!! This next bit may sound cheesy, but I turned to my Catholic faith for assistance. I would go to church and pray the Rosary more often from this point on until the end of the semester. I should thank you and Micro for helping me grow closer to God(ha!).

As a result from all those flashcards, late-night and early-morning studying, I nearly aced the 4th exam. I was happy, but not for long as I knew the final was still ahead. I would eventually pass the final. I think I missed no more than 15 questions. I passed the class with a high C. I was hoping to get a B, but no. I’m not mad at you or anything like that. It’s just that I’ve never worked so hard for a class( the second half) and at the same time be emotionally involved in it only to get a C. But I guess you do reap what you sow…I’m not sure a “C†will open doors for me, but hopefully just by having passed the class, I can see some light.

Thank you Professor, for having read this far. You’re probably creeped out by all of this. I have to say sorry as well… I googled your name and I must say, there is some very personal information on there. I didn’t know you were half-Japanese and you and your sister look alike. Anyway, I should have never done that. I was planning on leaving a letter to you on the last day of school, but those thoughts went away once I was struggling with the class. I even planned to send this letter around Valentine’s Day, but that would have been too weird. I’m glad I didn’t do that. Anyway, I’m hoping your current students are doing well. They should be fine…you’re a really kind and humble teacher. Don’t worry, no weird “I love you†in the end…but instead a “peace be with you†will do.

Peace

P.S.

I hope you like CPK!

Just a letter I placed on top of my professor's windshield of her car.

Hope she read it...

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that last paragraph is awwwwkward. i wasn't creeped out until that

takes some brass balls to go through with that though, i'll give you that

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Oh shit! I actually posted the original version.. I took out that I found out she had a sister and that she was half-Japanese at the last minute. Also, I was going to put one other piece of information but I think it was way too personal....and CPK is California Pizza Kitchen..I left her a gift card of it..about 11 bucks lol.

Maybe I'll post another letter in several days. Tune in.

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smh. are you 17?

but keep us updated. and give us the name, i wanna do some google creepin.

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she brushed it off the windshield without reading it. also, you're a weirdo.

if this is satire, i approve. it's a lot of writing with no obvious weird-out moments, making it just believable enough to feel genuinely disturbing. if it's real...well, see above again.

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I sometimes want to write to my professors to tell them how much I think they suck at their job and how they've drained me of any willingness to study their subjects.

I might do it after I graduate, if ever.

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I sometimes want to write to my professors to tell them how much I think they suck at their job and how they've drained me of any willingness to study their subjects.

I might do it after I graduate, if ever.

My father did this to his high school guidance councelor after proving that he wasn't "doomed to work at a gas station for the rest of his life".

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sounds like one badass mofo

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I sometimes want to write to my professors to tell them how much I think they suck at their job and how they've drained me of any willingness to study their subjects.

I might do it after I graduate, if ever.

end of the day, school will turn even topics that interest you into something you just want to get out of the way so you can go and enjoy yourself.

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in high school i took spanish with this awful teacher. she was a terrible instructor and we'd always get into fights. at the end of the year she passed around a notebook like a 'year book' so we could all write a note to her in it. i wrote, 'thanks for the credits.' sorta fucked up but i woulda been hella laying if i put down something nice.

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In the past 6-8 months I've noticed my hand shaking a ton... whenever I'm nervous or anxious and sometimes just randomly. Today I noticed my right and left arms both shaking too, with no clear reason. Kind of scares me on one level because I'm worried I have some weird disease, and then on another level because it's embarrassing and really destroys the confident image I try to project.

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mine comment was more directed to clopek because he loves correcting people

i definitely meant diabetus.

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