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Post 27: Most important thing I have learned...

I have learned a lot from this class. Professor Hamon at first I wasn't sure how much I would like you at first, but you grew on me. You had a different way of teaching and expected a lot from your students. You pushed us harder to get the grades you knew we could produce by giving us a 2, when you knew we could do better. I know that got my ass in gear for sure, I wanted to hate you for giving one of my documents a 2 as i'm sure many others did too. I can see why now, taking a second, third and fourth look back threw my own work I saw things I didn't at first, and as the class progressed I learned more of how to fix those things to make it right. You didn't expect anything that wasn't possible but you gave us that push and I am thankful for that. The actual content of the course, I don't know that what I took from poetry was a part of the lesson but I relate poetry to life, in a way that not everyone takes the same road to find the meaning, but at some point we all interpret it to the best way that we can. That's the lesson I am taking, and I am okay with that. Hope you are too! It was a great semester.

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