Blog 1

I think of Morrie sometimes. The first time I met him, it was 1976 at Brandeis University. He made an impression, with his blue-green eyes and thinning silver hair. I took every one of his classes throughout college. The last time I saw Morrie was at my college graduation ceremony. That day, I gave him a gift. It was a tan briefcase with his initials on the front. I did this in hopes that he would never forget me, for he was my favorite professor. I hugged him and promised to stay in touch. I'm ashamed that I never did. Morrie always stood out in the sense that he was young at heart. He loved to dance. The type of music didn't matter, every Wednesday night he went to Harvard Square for "Dance free". It was mostly a student crowd, but Morrie didn't care, he twisted and twirled around the crowds with everyone else. That was one of the things I loved most about him, he didn't care what other people thought. He was a free spirit.