When I resumed school in my first year, my class was told many gory stories about one professor in the department. We were told about his immorality and corruption. We quickly condemned him.

Now I am in my final year and that professor that we so much hate is my project supervisor. My coursemates laughed at me for being so unfortunate. But when the man took my class two courses this semester that just ended,we encountered a different personality from the image we had in our mind. He was loving, supportive and easy going.

The professor even call often times to know about my well being, and he encourage me to do my best in order to score A in my project. In summary, my suppose nightmare is now my fantasy come true.

I publicly apologize to my favorite, mentor, teacher, father, that I am so sorry for misjudging him. I realized why they said don't judge a book by its cover. He humbled my feelings, he changed my mindset. Life goes on.