A professor's final gift to her students: her life savings

Boston Globe

11-05-2025

But when Archer, 49, saw the number on the last page -- $100,000 -- she thought there must be a misplaced decimal point.
'I truly, honestly believed that I read it wrong,' she said. 'I remember following the number with my finger, making sure I understood how many zeros it was.'
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At about the same time, 30 other people across the country received similar letters, sent at the behest of a professor whose class they had taken years earlier.
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Over 50 years of teaching art history at New College of Florida, professor Cris Hassold had carved out an influential but complex legacy. She referred to her students as her children. She hired them to clean her home -- a disturbing hoarder's den. At times, she humiliated them in class.
But the students who knew her best described her as a singular force of good in their lives. 'The cult of Cris,' as one described it, lives on in her 31 favorite students, who inherited her intensity, her quirks and, in the end, her life savings.
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New College, a small public honors college in Sarasota, on Florida's Gulf Coast, was known for attracting gifted students who could not afford a private liberal arts school but who sought a rigorous course load in a relaxed, sunny environment.
It became a center of counterculture where gender studies courses filled up quickly and students wandered the campus barefoot, experimented with drugs and organized sex parties.
Courses were demanding. Hassold detested textbooks and assigned 150 pages of weekly reading from dense primary sources by writers and critics such as André Breton and Rosalind Krauss.
Andrea Bailey, 47, who is now director of American Women Artists, a nonprofit organization, was confident in her ability to write about art -- until she enrolled in one of Hassold's art classes in 1995. Bailey kept an especially scathing review of her take on a painting by Vincent van Gogh.
'Her conclusion that the woman in 'The Straw Hat' is an aristocrat is simply wrong,' Hassold wrote in Bailey's academic file on Dec. 8, 1995. 'I do not understand how she could have read about the works and gotten it so muddled.'
The students who were not intimidated by Hassold's withering style were the ones most likely to be granted admission to her inner circle.
The professor and her students strengthened their bond during long, informal dinners.
Over pot stickers at The Cheesecake Factory or French onion soup at a local bistro, Hassold gossiped with them about rival art professors or recalled adventures with old boyfriends in New York. She expressed dismay over her belief that New College was losing its liberal, countercultural spirit -- a shift that would become more pronounced decades later.
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Hassold was always digging into her students' aspirations.
'What do you want to do and how do you get there?' her students remembered her asking. 'Who do you like to read? Where do they teach? They teach abroad? How do you save up the money to go?'
These dinners, Archer recalled, 'were these fun spaces where you could imagine a life for yourself without restrictions.'
Many students wondered, however, why Hassold never invited them into her home.
Ryan White, who enrolled in Hassold's film noir class as a first-year student in 2003, would come to understand. After he grew close to her over the semester and the subsequent years, she asked him to help her mow her front lawn -- an apocalyptic jungle of ferns and shrubs -- and tidy up inside her home.
White, 45, who now runs a New York City-based knife sharpening company, recalled that it was a 'nightmare.'
Cans of food, muffin tins, office supplies and a library's worth of art history books cluttered every corner of her home. Stacks of papers spilled onto her bed. A guest bathroom had been rendered useless for a decade because boxes of papers prevented the door from opening.
Her neighbors had complained, and welcomed the effort by White and other students to clean up her property, delivering lemonade as a gesture of gratitude.
Katie Helms, 47, of Kingston, New York, who graduated from New College in 2003, gained insight into Hassold after they fell into a deep conversation about their parents.
Helms, now a business consultant and doctoral student in education, made a habit of reading Hassold's 100-page assignments multiple times, making her one of Hassold's favorites.
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One night as they drove to dinner, Helms said, Hassold recalled returning home from the University of Louisville to find that her mother had thrown away all of her daughter's belongings. Ever since then, Hassold held on to everything.
It was probably just one factor behind a hoarding problem that eventually rendered her home unlivable. Instead of parting with the detritus, Hassold built a second home on her property.
'She wasn't very good at letting things, or people, go,' Archer said.
The youngest of 12, Helms received little attention growing up. That changed when she met Hassold. For the first time, Helms felt unconditional acceptance for everything from her smoking habit to her queer identity.
'I'll never get the kind of acknowledgment from my parents that I got from her,' Helms said, her voice cracking with emotion. 'I think about her almost every day.'
When their time in Hassold's classroom ended, many students worked for her as teaching assistants and sought her out for career advice. When they returned to Sarasota later in life, they would make dinner plans with their old mentor.
As Archer put it, 'she had a collection of students in the same way that she had endless collections of books.'
Hassold retired in 2016 at 85. In her final years, she told some of her former students that she planned to leave them something when she died. She didn't have much family apart from a brother and a few nieces. This was not a woman who lived luxuriously -- driving a beat-up Toyota Corolla and cycling through a modest wardrobe. The students were touched, but they weren't expecting much.
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'She didn't have a family, but we were her family,' White said. 'She adopted us, and we adopted her.'
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