In the class, I met all sorts of people from all over the world that were all ages and shapes. As we shared our compositions in class, we learned so much about each other and our fears for criticism. There were also several really heartfelt tear jerking narratives as well that I'll always remember. I was taken aback by all the talent and courage that we all summed up to complete the course while we shared our lives and struggles with one another. I remember getting a spelling correction of eaves drop from ease drop. (haha... I know) But, I didn't know! I remember my teaching saying lovingly that it was funny to her. I was still humiliated and got all worked up and afraid to write for a few days. But that didn't last long, as I had a required course to finish.
Mostly, I remember my Prof being very loving and introducing the class not only to the required curriculum but also ideologies around Emotional Intelligence and Trauma and Recovery.
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