Today I was hit with the realization that I will never be an undergraduate again. I may never even be a grad student. This was the last day-sorta, we have a guest lecturer this week in lieu of real lecture, but it was still the end-of having the privilege of being a student. It's weird, I'll miss it.

However, I will miss my professors even more. Not just because they're awesome and smart.

But because when I came here, for the first time in my life, I was treated like an actual human being. I'm used to being ignored or talked down to, and being told to shut the fuck up because the only things I say were stupid.

Over the years I've been here, I was treated with respect. That's huge. I was encouraged. I engaged in serious conversations about what I was interested in, and my points were listened to. They cared enough to give me help when I needed it. They were genuine when they complimented my work and to keep it up. Some of them would just shoot the shit with me, or tell me stories.

Being treated as an equal and not an accessory or annoyance-I never really thought I deserved that.

I'll be moving soon, and hopefully coming back to this town one day. I'll miss my friends, yeah. I'll miss my independence (that's a whole other can of worms).

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But I'll miss all my professors. The only real role models I ever had.