Praise and Gratitude for Educators

      A decade ago, I was honored to be asked to give a guest lecture at a graduate school class in my area of professional practice—city and regional planning. It was a memorable experience, interacting with students who wanted to learn more about what I had to offer, and who offered their intelligence and ideas in return.

      I ended up doing guest lectures regularly over the following years, inspired and humbled with each experience. Then came the honor I believe will be a capstone of my career: an invitation to teach an entire semester of a course for a faculty member who would be going on sabbatical.

      It took me 10 seconds to say “yes.”

      Then came the possibly busiest five months I can remember. Selecting the readings, doing the readings, preparing lectures and presentations, interacting with students before, during, and after classes, being challenged to distill what I believed to be the important concepts of the course’s subject to pass along to this next generation of professionals.

      I had always held my teachers throughout my life in the highest regard. Education, I knew, was a foundational anchor of our culture. Now I was learning exactly how much work and time educators put into their teaching.

      I would get up in the morning and, first thing, review the notes and presentations I had prepared for that day’s class. After making revisions over breakfast, I would arrange for transportation to campus and begin my day, fitting in where I could my other non-teaching responsibilities. Classes themselves were the highlights of my days.

      In reflections at the end of a day I would remind myself: “Wait, you are just teaching one class. How does an educator juggle three, four, or more courses simultaneously?

      At the end of the semester, I considered the possibility of teaching another class in the following semester. I did not think that I could summon the energy to do that again, surely not at my age. Which again enhanced my admiration for all the educators whom I have encountered in my life.

Roger Waldon

Roger Waldon is a Chicago native who moved to Chapel Hill in 1972 to obtain a masters degree in City and Regional Planning from the University of North Carolina.  Fully intending to return to Chicago to begin his career he, like so many others, found the Chapel Hill vibe and character to be irresistible.  Still here, 50 years later.  He went on to serve as Chapel Hill’s Planning Director for two decades, before deciding to work as a planning consultant, assisting communities throughout the southeast.

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