Dear Prof. Ashord,
Much has happened since I’ve left your class. As you may know I’m a professor now. I’m currently in the hospital, and have been for a couple of weeks now. My doctor, Dr. Kelekian, has told me that that I have Metastatic Ovarian cancer. He also stated about some undetected growth that went on in not only stage one, but also stage two and three. Sometimes I wonder what these doctors do during their free time. How could they miss something so large and so important? Dr. Kelikian thinks he’s so educated, using words he thinks are complicated. I know just as much, actually much more. Perhaps if you were to teach them like you taught me, they would realize all the little things do matter. Which reminds me, I thought about you the other day. Remember the paper on Boone? I must admit Prof. Ashford I was quite confused at the time, but I’m sure I have grown as a person now. I did go back to the library that day sir, but that was then and this is now, and now I feel safe to say I’m well educated. The doctors’ here think they know so much. They only practice medicine, so how should I trust them with taking care of me? Anyway, I went into testing the other day, same thing over and over. It’s like they’re only going through the motions. Everyone seems to ask the same question over and over, “How are you”? And none of them notice the answer is the same every time “Fine.” I have cancer I’m not fine. Anyway I ran into an old student of mine, nice young man named Jason, or as I should say Dr. Jason. He’s an assistant for Dr. Kelekian. He came to interrogate me about my history, same questions every time. He told me about the times he took my course. He even told me he enjoyed, and the funny thing is I believed him. I do wish that I would of given him an A. He seemed like he deserved it, and he seemed so disappointed. It even reminds me of myself when I took your course. I look forward to seeing him, he’s such a nice young man, I feel like I can learn a lot from him. He came back with interns the other day, tried to teach them something. It reminded me of my dad, Mr.Bearing around my fifth birthday, but I’ll save that story for another time.
Sincerely,
