Category: College

My Tribute to Professor Bill Simon

Before leaving for the airport on Friday morning, I threw some travel-sized toothpaste in my bag. This made me think of Professor Simon, who one day randomly gifted his public relations and journalism students with travel-sized toothpaste and tiny calendars during class. I smiled at this funny memory of my joyous professor who found so many ways of showing his students that he loves them. 

I headed to the airport to fly home for spring break. 

During the flight, I started writing my weekly blog post for work (part of my job as a student ambassador at Biola is to write blogs about student life). The topic of this particular post was going to be on my experience in Biola’s MJPR Department (Media, Journalism, and Public Relations). 

I decided that one of the main points of the post would be a section highlighting some of the department’s professors—specifically the ones whom I had spent more time with and knew more personally. 

One professor I had to highlight, of course, was Professor Simon. I spent several minutes thinking back on my time in his Foundations of Journalism and Public Relations class last semester. So many specific and vivid memories filled my mind. I wasn’t sure how I would possibly narrow down all that I wanted people to know about Bill Simon into a small paragraph! This realization gave me a strong feeling of gratitude, and I realized how privileged I was to be one of his students. 

As I finished writing the section about professor Simon, a flight attendant asked me to close my laptop, because we were beginning our descent. 

When the plane landed, the first notification I read on my phone was from my roommate: 

“Did you get the email that DBC sent out?”

With a bad feeling in my stomach, I opened the email from our school’s president. Immediately my eyes met these words on the screen:

“Bill Simon, our colleague and brother in Christ, passed away unexpectedly after a brief illness.”

I gasped. I paused in disbelief. I broke into tears. 

I don’t think it was a coincidence that the last paragraph I wrote before the plane landed was about Professor Simon, and that the first thing I read when I landed was the news of his passing. I believe God orchestrated the details of my life so that I would spend intentional time thinking of Professor Simon before I heard the news. I think God caused me to recall my favorite memories with him and to reflect on our meaningful interactions. 

Professor Simon was one of the only people who could somehow manage to speak louder than the constantly berating inner-critic that lives in my mind and causes me to doubt myself. Each time he spoke to me, I felt like I was hearing from Jesus. I think it’s because over time, and with Christ-like love, sincerity, and intentionality, he showed that he cared about me as an individual. So, I trusted what he had to say about me. Each affirmation he gave me was penetrating.

The most meaningful memory I have with him is when he explained why I was a good fit for public relations (which was a doubt that he didn’t know I was having at the time). When he first got to know me, he wanted me to join the journalism side. But much later in the semester he pulled me aside to tell me that he was absolutely certain I was fit for public relations. He proceeded to tell me exactly why, and he pointed out my potential. This was unbelievably meaningful to me, and I’ll never forget that moment. 

My heart hurts for everyone else who has been equally and even more impacted by their relationship with Bill Simon. I’m sure the number of broken hearts is countless. I’m grieving for our whole MJPR family, as I know this will leave a big hole in our department. But I want to leave you with an encouragement and a beautiful image: 

After learning that I was from Oregon, Professor Simon told me, 

“Your roots in Oregon are wonderful … I favor the Bend area myself and have long thought that I might retire out there one day. 

His retirement is being spent in a place that’s millions of times more beautiful and restful. How much better of a retirement he is spending in Heaven with his King Jesus, who he loved more than anything else.

Jessica Nissen, Junior Public Relations Student 

Tales of Recovering in College Pt. 1 – “Oh My Gosh, She’s Eating!”

This post was originally published on on December 7, 2017. 

As you may or may not know, I committed to the process of mental and physical healing from my eating disorder and trauma the same week I began college. “Recovering” while simultaneously being a full-time college student has been the most difficult, rewarding, and eye-opening time of my life.

I’ve always been an observant girl, but recovery – and education gained from therapy – has granted me with such a unique perspective on the things that happen around me. In addition, recovery has provided me with some special opportunities for learning, growth, and outreach. I would love to share with you some random, personal stories from this season of my life.

  1. “Oh my gosh, she’s eating!”

Something I’ve grappled with and struggled through is watching how other college students and teachers treat food at school. When I started my first few months of school, I was quite sick, and it was crucial for me to stick to a meal plan of 3 meals and 2 snacks a day. Now, at that point, it was a struggle for me to follow the meal plan, because I was not far in my recovery. Food felt like an obstacle for me to overcome every day. I was severely uncomfortable with my body and with the idea of eating around people. To make things more challenging, most of my classes were around lunch time.

In one of my classes – during my first year – I had a stern teacher who made it an actual rule that we couldn’t eat in her classroom. This was really bad for me and my sensitive blood sugar, and I often left her class feeling dizzy or faint. I don’t understand why she was so against the idea of eating, because her class was from 11:30-1:20.

In the classes where I was allowed to eat, it was almost equally challenging. In two other lunch time classes, I knew that I needed to eat my lunch. However, I can promise you that I was the only one who ever ate in those classes…It perplexes me. As a girl who was (at the time) fighting against personal urges to skip meals, it certainly didn’t help to feel like the odd one out. Yet, I chose to take care of myself. I’ll probably never forget the boy who sat next to me and made comments about my food choices every single day. He always drew attention to my lunch, making me feel like I was weird for eating.

(Pause: You’re probably thinking, “Jeez girl, just stop scheduling classes at lunch time.” But it’s not that simple. I had to take specific classes, and most often, the ones I needed were at that time.)

My therapist always encouraged me, saying, “I bet if you continue to eat in class, others will get the courage to do the same.” Yet, our hope never came to be.

I remember walking into a new class one day and seeing that we were going to sit in a circle instead of rows of desks. I knew that if I were to eat, people would certainly be able to watch me. Time went by, and again, nobody else ate in that class during the lunch time hours.

One day I had a sandwich and some veggies, and it was probably the most agonizing lunch I’ve had at school. The boy next to me commented on it, and I was sure the crunching of the sliced bell peppers could be heard by several people. So, I got creative and started making smoothies for that class. I felt like pulling a cup out of my backpack and drinking out of a straw would be less distracting to others, and would keep their eyes off of me.

But hold on! Why should I have to feel alienated? Why should I care or change because of what people might be thinking about my food choices and my decision to eat at school? Sure, crunching can be slightly distracting, but I don’t think it’ll ruin anyone’s day. It’s not like I’m chomping away during a test.

That was a turning point for me. By the end of my first year, I was really tired of feeling like I had to hide or feel like I was “wrong” for eating. It was really inhibiting me from being able to relax and focus on academics as much as I wanted to.

I decided that I didn’t want food to feel like an obstacle at school anymore. Year two rolled around, and I was ready for things to be different.

Of course, then, on the first day of Biology, my teacher said “You can’t eat in this class, because there could be chemicals in the lab. Only drinks are acceptable.” While I understood the safety hazard, I was not sure how I’d get through 12:30-3:20 without eating. (And I had a class that ended at 12:20, so eating lunch before that class wasn’t an option.) But, I care too much about my health to neglect to nourish my body anymore. So, even though I don’t prefer substituting lunch with a smoothie, I had to make lunch fit in a cup. But let me tell you: I have become the best darn smoothie maker there is; and I had fun finding creative ways to pack enough calories and density into my cup.

In that class, I would unashamedly pull out my clear smoothie cup, and others could see it. Sadly, most classmates were often dozing off, having difficulty focussing, complaining of hunger, and running on coffee for three hours. There were a few instances where my classmates would say, “I’m so hungry! This class is so long, and right during lunch time!” In response, I would always say, “Yeah, that’s why I bring big smoothies every day!” But none of them ever did the same. So, yet again, I was the only one who fueled myself each day. I’m guessing some people were able to eat before that class began; but judging on so many people’s comments and tiredness, I think many of them did not.

All of this has made me so curious, and I’ve been trying to broaden my perspective to figure it out. A friend and I were trying to solve this mystery of why people don’t eat in classes at our school, and she pointed out: “For a lot of people, I think eating is like sleeping. It’s a normal thing to do, but we prefer to only do it in front of people we’re comfortable with.” I think this is a good point. It seems like there’s a general stigma or discomfort about the idea of eating in classes. Though, I’m not sure where this discomfort is stemming from. While my personal discomfort stemmed from an eating disorder, I don’t suspect everyone else has the same issues I had. Why aren’t the average, healthy students bringing food to classes?

Possible reasons are that some people eat beforehand; others say they don’t have enough time to make food; and in some classes, engaging activities could prohibit one from eating. Now, I can’t get inside everyone’s heads, but it looks like a lot of people don’t feel comfortable eating in front of others; and some people do not prioritize it. This is something I’d love to see change.

You see, eating is a natural, survival instinct and action. I really think is should be treated as a normalized thing to do at school. I don’t want to feel alienated for being the only person eating lunch. I shouldn’t have to look forward to the days when I getto eat lunch at home, because I won’t feel people’s eyes glide over to me and silently judge (or envy) my food.

Food is necessary. Eating to fuel for success in school is necessary. Eating is normal. Let’s all treat it as normal. Let’s feel comfortable taking care of ourselves.