Who can I forgive?
I thought of a myriad of people that I could say and they’d all be the usual suspects: myself, an old love, my parents. But, I’m going to go with the first person who came to mind: Professor Stevens*
Professor Stevens was my Intro to Journalism teacher who always sent my paper back with tons of red notes on them. The professor who my best was never good enough. But I was determined; I wanted to be a writer and one day, run my own magazine. I came to him after class one day and asked him what I could do to pass the class. I’ll never forget what he said next. Professor Stevens, with a smile and a halfhearted laugh told me, “Change your major.” That was the end of the conversation, and my dream came to a hault.
I never forgave him for taking me off course because I was too busy blaming myself for not being strong enough. So today, I forgive you. I forgive you for not seeing my potential. I forgive the way you handled me that afternoon in your classroom. I forgive you for not knowing how to nurture my gift of creative writing. I finally forgive you, Professor.
*Name has been changed not to protect him, but because I genuinely forgot his name. It’s been that long.