L. T. Smith
I was probable not the best student
ever to attend Western Kentucky University.
But I did have a good time there.
I had a good job working about forty hours a week, making good money,
along with carrying usually about nine credit hours a semester. That left very little time for the social
life. Yeah, right! I played and partied
every chance I got. And as a result, as
you might expect, that showed up on my grades, to the point that I became
discouraged as being a student at all.
So after two years there, in the middle of a semester, I quit. No big deal.
I simply stopped going to any class.
That is when Mr. L. T. Smith came on
the scene. If you ever visit the campus of Western Kentucky University and
attend a football game there you will be sure to notice that they play that
game in the L. T. Smith stadium. You see
Mr. Smith was well known over the entire area around Bowling Green. He had been a football coach at Western. He was the department head of the Industrial
Education Department and was remembered among other things as the one who,
using a small group of students in their spare time, built what was known as
the Barn. For those who might wonder
what the Barn was, it was the first basketball arena at Western. Mr. Smith was
a big man, an excellent teacher, and one who put up with no petty stuff at all.
And he thought my quitting was
petty. I didn’t know how he even knew
that I had quit. I certainly didn’t tell
him. But he was one to keep up with
everything and took a genuine interest in every student under his care. I didn’t
know I was under his care but I now know better. I had
never been in one of his classes but I did briefly meet him when I first
enrolled. And that meeting was not even at the school. He came into the architectural office where I
was working as a draftsman, not to talk to me but to talk to the architect I
worked for. I was introduced to him and
he asked me a lot of questions about what I wanted to do as far as my education
was concerned. He listened to my meek
answers and left. I assumed that it
would be the last contact I would ever have with him. But I was wrong again. And now the real story:
The morning I stopped going to
classes my phone rang where I was working.
It was Mr. Smith. It was a short
conversation. He simply told me to leave
where I was and come to meet him at Cherry Hall – NOW! I didn’t get to say
anything. I may not have been the best
student but I was not completely crazy.
I did what he told me to do. When
I met him he was brief as always. He said, “Bill, you have the rest of the day
to get to all three teachers you are now taking classes with, apologize for
quitting, and beg them to let you back in class. I will know by the end of this day if you
have done it. If you haven’t done it, I
will personally kick your ass around this campus until I get some smart in you.” That was it. And believe me it worked. It didn’t take me long to get myself back in
all three classes. By the way, all three
teachers were expecting me. Mr. Smith
had told them I would be there and not to be too easy on me but to make me tow
the mark. I went home with mixed
emotions but one thing was for sure. Mr.
Smith was not going to have to kick my ass around the campus.
On graduation day two years later
Mr. Smith was standing as I came off the podium with his hand stretched out to congratulate
me. He just smiled and said, “I knew you
had it in you.” That was all I needed to
hear. Even though I barely knew him he
stands as one of the finest people I have known. He really did care about everyone, even me.
Thank you,
Mr. Smith!
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