FOR BONNIE WHEELER
In 1986 I climbed the stairs of Dallas Hall for an English class my sophomore year. I probably ran up the stairs because I'm always late! Slinking into a desk with my mind more on sorority detail rather than facing the challenge of a new academic year, I saw a whirlwind swoop through the door- a women in glasses, blond, full of energy + speaking, rather singing, something that sounded like a foreign language: ""Whan that aprill with his shoures soote, The droghte of march hath perced to the roote"". This went on for a few minutes. The students were enthralled. I thought I was in the wrong class! Slowly I tried to exit but the women in glasses sternly said to ""sit"". That faithful fall day changed my life as I knew it. That day I met Professor Bonnie Wheeler! I tackled her upper-level Chaucer seminar- albeit barely + went on to study more with Bonnie including classes abroad with her at SMU-in-Oxford + Paris + I graduated in 1988 with a minor in Medieval Studies. THANK YOU Bonnie Wheeler!