February’s over, but please let me share one last Love, February post.

Thank you for being my mentor during my undergraduate days. I remembered taking your class, and despite one failing exam and one barely-passed exam scores, I managed to get a really high mark. All I remember was enjoying that class. Thank you for bringing back learning and enjoyment in the same sentence. Thank you for accepting me as your student and for steering my life (and career) in the direction that it is today. Thank you for believing in me and my abilities, for telling me that my writing was good enough for publication (sadly I did not push through with this). Thank you for inspiring me with your work. Thank you for your vision, because it was so damn inspiring. I remembered being tired and restless about work (happened twice during the duration of my working experience), and I attended one of your lectures. I remembered being energized and invigorated by your talk that I suddenly had the energy to endure things. Thank you for that. I always learned more during your 90-minute talks than I would by listening to others’ 3-hour lectures. Thank you so much Sir. You’ve really changed my life for the better. I will never forget you Sir. You will be terribly missed 😭💔

Love,

February (me)