As a professor, I recognize that students have all kinds of lives outside of the classroom that I almost never see. They have parents, siblings, romantic partners, stupid friends, cell phone bills, and to-do lists. Most of the time I am happy to get a glimpse of what my students are like outside of the classroom but a small part of me dies each time I find out that an intelligent, thoughtful student is a smoker. I have smoked a few cigarettes in my lifetime but they never did anything for me other than make me cough. Apparently, the fact that their addictive quality does not kick in immediately prevents me from seeing their benefit. As a result, it is hard for me to reconcile “intelligent and thoughtful” with “willing to pay somebody to slowly kill me.” So students, if your own health is not motivation enough to quit, maybe you can do it for the little part of me that you are killing when you stand outside of a campus building and light up.