So there I was, wrapping up my third year at FSU. I take academics seriously and I was on my final final. It was a nice class: "The Anthropology of Food". It was an intro-level course and I didn't think much of it. Here I am a serious Anthropology student, I know the professors, and I felt like I was wasting my time with a class full of sorority girls, frat guys, and football players. The past two years, these classes are the classes where football players sleep or make jokes in the back. I'm not sure what did it but this was different. I must say as much of a fan I am of FSU football I completely underestimated the character of Bert Reed. He was respectful and had a great attitude of the class. He loved the material and always treated the professor with respect. What really hit me was this day, the final. I remember him whispering, "oh no". Then getting up from his final and walking down to the professor who was grading papers. He whispered to her, "did Nigel make it". She said, "no". I'll never forget the look on his face, like he had been let down. Then he asked, "do you mind if I make a phone call" she replied, "no, go ahead". He stepped out of the room and told him to "get the hell over here and take the final". He walked back in the room with a grin on his face and sat down to finish his test.
I was really happy with the way he represented the football team. He cared so much about his teammates that he was willing to step out and call him. I was so proud of them, and at the same time hurt that I judged them. There is some real change going on with the way Jimbo is treating this team, and you can see it for the better.