Her name was Owedia Johnson. A wonderful woman. She was my English 111 professor in college.
At the time, I was a psychology major, and nervous about my first English class in 13 years. I was surprised that I did well, even switched my major to journalism, then English later.
I had a lot of one on one talks with Mrs. Johnson, who became sort of a surrogate mother, offering me advice on not only my schoolwork, but also women.
One of our first discussions was about the fact that I was a psychology major. She just asked if I thought I would be happy with that as a profession, but didn't give her opinion one way or another.
A year later, after I had switched to being a journalism, then English major, she told me that she had first started college as a psychology major, then switched to journalism, then English, the same as I had.
I always found that an extraordinary coincidence.
Over a decade has passed, and I have no idea if she is even alive anymore. I doubt it because she was 63 then and her health wasn't the best.
She meant a lot to me, and I would love to be able to talk with her again.
Update---- This is a photo I took of Mrs. Johnson when I was on the student newspaper in 1989. Excuse the condition of the photo. It's scanned directly from a newspaper from May 1989. It accompanied an interview I did with her for the paper.
The best teacher I've ever known. I miss her.