Professor Croft was…is…will always be my favorite prof. Of all the degrees I’ve collected, I never met a Prof. who made education as accessible and as collaborative, as Prof. Croft.
In my experience, until Prof. Croft, educators were always somehow meant to be above thier students… something to fear, actually. How did Prof. Croft change it all for me?
One day, Prof. Croft discovered that I lived in the same neighborhood as him. He casually told me after class: I’ll see you next week. Here is my phone number if you can pick me up at my house then afterwards I’ll take you to the best Mexican Restaurant, around. If we’re lucky maybe my wife will join us!
I was flabbergasted. What? Did I do something wrong? Am I failing his class? Nope. He just wanted to get to know me.
At dinner, he asked me about myself. I started off with my major, etc…. and the usual stuff you might say to impress your Professor. Nope! He wanted to know about me, about where my family was from (India), and a million other things that made me think about what I had going for me rather than all the ways I thought I was going to fail.
After, dinner, and a quick tutorial from me on how to use his phone—haha , he got up and said, “Great! Why don’t you teach the class about India, next week. We’ll consider it your final exam.” My jaw hit the floor.
Prof. Croft thought I could teach a class? How could he think I was smart enough to teach a college class? Wait until he figures out how much I have screwed up school. He’ll never want to speak to me, again.
He called me a couple of days later and simply said: How about you pick me up every week for class and we can chat. So, I did and we did…every week. Eventually, Mrs. Croft, joined us. I learned about the brilliance of his kids…the kindness and charm of his amazing wife… and Prof. Croft’s enchanting joy, in all circumstances.
Our car-rides to class were my absolute favorite time of my entire academic career. I went on to teach several classes with him. I took every single class he taught, even if I didn’t need it to graduate.
He gifted me an atlas the first time I was invited to his home. I went on to travel most of the world and eventually landed in law school.
Not one moment of my life would have gone the way it has but for the day Prof. Croft asked to “hang out” with me after class. My best friends in the world would not be from Ireland (where I go on a regular basis), my god-daughters wouldn’t reside in London, I would never have backpacked Canyon Lands, camped in Ioa National Park(etc…), I would not have the relationship with my family, in India, and most shockingly, I would never in a million years have gone to law school.
Prof. Croft taught me that “smart” looks like a lot of different things. He taught me that the world is available to anyone who wants to visit. He taught me I was a citizen of the world and had a responsibility I should take very seriously. He taught me no matter how sick you get you don’t have to give up on your dreams (I was diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder, while in law school.) He taught me that Professors aren’t rooting for you to fail and are approachable accessible people. He taught me that exploring your backyard is just as valuable as exploring the most exotic places. He taught me that Tiffin, in fact, has the best Mexican restaurant, around 😉. He showed me what a kind and loving family looks like…. He taught me just as much about the world as he did myself…and himself … He taught me how to learn.
He taught me…
Prof. Croft, I’m so sad you’re gone. I had big dreams of inviting you to my wedding and introducing you to family…but it’s okay Prof… I’ll know you’ll be there, hopefully taking the form of your wonderful family.
When I imagine what our last conversation would have been like…I hear your voice in these words:
When tomorrow starts without me, And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love, me, As much as I love you,
And each time you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above
And that I’d have to leave behind All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible, That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
The thought of all the love we shared, And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday
Just even for a while,
I’d say good-bye and kiss you (all)
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you (all), and when I did
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven’s gates I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me, From His great golden throne.
He said, “This is eternity,
And all I’ve promised you. Today your life on earth is past But here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day’s the same way, There’s no longing for the past. You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn’t do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you’re free.
So won’t you come and take my hand And share my life with me?”
So when tomorrow starts without me, Don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I’m right here, in your heart.
Thank you for everything, Professor… come check in on me from time to time.
I’ll see you around. XO -Prity Kumar