My professor is my father's partner in his law firm. It doesn't give me any preferential treatment--quite the opposite, in fact. Dad becomes privy to a lot of the things I don't quite want him to know.
Anyway, the semester's ended, and I still don't have the grades for that subject. But what I got is even better.
That professor told him that my favorite professor, the journalist everyone in the field (in my country, at least) respects, and my whole college reveres (to the point that a lot of the students cried in his retirement send-off), told him I was good.
WOW.
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Yay! Good for you! That means quite a lot. =)
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