What does It mean to be human

We all desire recognition; we refuse to be reduced to mere numbers or symbols. I vividly remember a friend from college who attended Auburn University. He lamented about his core classes, often overflowing with students—one math class had more than 100 participants. He confided, “I’m just a number. Number 62 in the class. The teacher doesn’t even know me.” This left him feeling lost in the crowd, invisible. In contrast, it made me grateful for my experience at Troy University, where classes were small and personalized made all the difference; my professors knew my name and a bit about my story. I felt seen, I felt heard.