Costis Vezeridis

I have met you only briefly, but you have left a great impression with your friendliness and kindness of spirit. I would like to express my deepest condolences and sympathy to all Costis' family and friends.

I'm really sorry to hear this tarrible news,...and at the same time very angry....generation 2000/2001 the best from the best...an incredible person, teacher, proffesor, friend...helping everyone at anytime... May your soul rest in peace..

In a strange way I think you do have some stake in how my life turned around after I graduated ACT. You were often talking about the Netherlands and how it might be the place to explore and continuously improve as a person and as a professional. It is a very sad moment to say rest in peace. The years spent in the lab will not be forgotten. Your legacy shall live among your students and beyond.

He used to be at his office whenever we needed him. Vezerides, you will always be in our hearts and minds and I'm sure each of us remembers you every time we open an excel file. I believe life is a chance to grow a soul and you did an amazing job

An amazing & inspiring professor. He always made the classroom brighter with his knowledge and wisdom. I remember my first assignment in CS 101. We had to build charts in excel for the sale of water bottles at some peripteros. After I finished my assignment, I shared it with some of my classmates. When Vezerides came to class, he said that this was not supposed to be a group assignment but an individual one. And if you are going to help someone, you shouldn’t just give it to them ready. And we were all shocked at how he had found the exact order of how that assignment had passed from one person to another. Vezerides was a great professor in and outside of the classroom. Not only he taught us about excel and computer science but also about our existence and values as human beings while smoking after class

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ALthough i didn t had the course with professor Vezeridis(in the last semester when the classes were online like in this i started cs 151 course but then i skipped it and left it for the later)i want to say that i m very sorry about his death.Some other students and my friends told me that he was sometimes strict,but that he was a great instructor who wanted to teach students as much as possible and very good person.I wanted to have course with him later and see how it looks like but it seems like it was not destined to be...I wish his family to recover as sson as possible.Reast in peace professor!

His lectures were something to look forward to. Not only because Costis was a captivating lecturer but because they were sophisticated and rigorous and distilled the essence of his courses the way he designed them. His courses, overall, were the playground of the student mind; they were structured but not rigid. They were evolving semester after semester and student to student as Costis took great pride when his students expanded the boundaries. He was, indeed, setting the goals but also providing the stimuli not only to achieve the goals but also to re-examine them or exceed them. He managed to strike the right balance. Thanks to Costis, I had a comparative advantage in my post-graduate studies even in seemingly unrelated courses like political science, sociology and history where, however, data analysis was still present. I am sure that his recommendation letter made a huge impression to the interviewers for my first job and it was definitely the skills from his CS 201 and CS 301 back then with which I earned the appreciation of my colleagues. Meeting him outside any educational context, all of the above would come as no surprise as Costis was a wonderful friend, a kind and gentle person with unique intellectual clarity and complexity, open, fun and with diversity of interests. An engaging interlocutor and original thinker. I am so happy that I had the opportunity to tell him all this and that if I ever was to produce any scientific work of some importance, it would be thanks to, dedicated to or in collaboration with him. During all these years, we would meet and part wishing so long until the next time. And I would always think that we, his ex students and now friends, were so lucky to have met him and so privileged to hold him as the last barricade against our own ignorance. Throughout the years, we would calm ourselves with the thought that we could always resort to him to reset the clock and catch-up with our intellectual maturing process from where we left it. And now, we are somewhat like the Disciples: in absolute grief. But left with nothing to preach.