Robert McGee lit a candle on 03/25/2021:
"In November of 2013 my grandmother passed away. I was inspired by her passing to return to university after a two-year hiatus. The first professor I met from my first class back was Mr. James Eadie. Mr. Eadie was teaching a drama course which he had structured to effectively act as more of a communications class, with a focus on clear and effective public speaking. Being a student in Mr. Eadie’s class gave the impression of being transported back through time; the professional and dignified manner in which he presented himself made me feel as if I were a keen-eyed student at a prestigious European university during the first half of the 20th century. Mr. Eadie had the aura of a man who in his youth had firmly grabbed the gauntlet of life and without hesitation drank it down with both vigour and inhibition. He was Hemingwayian in his masculine grandeur and in his lust for a life well lived. Mr. Eadie’s classes were not for the meek of heart; he had a high expectation that his students have high expectations for themselves. He taught us to stand with confidence, speak with purpose, and lead with conviction. He was tough on students who faltered or failed at these expectations, but to be fair, the world is tough on all without confidence, purpose, or conviction. Mr. Eadie’s work was to prepare his students for the real world. He challenged his students to accept and perfect the most important nuances of being an adult. We straightened our backs. We kept eye contact. We spoke in appropriate tones. Bad habits were weened out as a single “um,” or “er,” could potentially drop you a full letter grade. He taught us how to present the best versions of ourselves to the world and all who were fortunate enough to have been taught by him are better for it. I am unfathomably fortunate to have been a student to such a brilliant and experienced mentor. I will never forget discussing Kerouac, Brando, and Paris with him while also listening to his personal stories after class in his office. For one of his assignments Mr. Eadie requested that we submit a recording of ourselves reading a poem. I recorded myself reading Emily Dickinson’s, "Because I could not stop for Death," and as a final thank you and goodbye to Mr. Eadie I would like to quote a brief passage from this poem: "Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality." Goodbye Mr. Eadie. Thank you. Robert McGee"

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