should begin by saying that she did teach me friendship. From the first day of her class my freshman year when I sat in the front row and she quietly made a joke to me, her easy demeanor and bright smile told me she would be more of a mentor than a teacher. She also taught me love; as I grew as a student as well as a person I went to her for advice that I knew only she could give. It was as though I knew what needed to be done but I needed her to say it to me. With matters of the heart, I listened intently. With matters of the mind, I became frustrated.