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Junior year in college I had a term paper due in s pol sci. class. Of course I figured I would just do it the weekend before of the due date. That thur. friends were going skiing and who was I to say no.

That Monday (due date) I went into my prof. office and with tears in my eyes I told him my grandmother died last week and was in a bad funk b/c we were so close. Instead of him casually saying just turn it in next week, he came around his desk put an arm on my shoulder, and with tears in his eyes said, "I am so sorry, I know how you feel, my wife died 3 months ago from cancer". Then he asked if I would be okay, and if I was going to lose myself in alcohol b/c of it.

When I asked him about the paper, he just told me to turn it in by the end of the semester. I never felt so badly or guilty as I did when I left his office.