Viktor Wang

Dr. Wang's in-person teaching has positively impacted exceptional students at the undergraduate, graduate, and doctoral levels from diverse regions, including China and many U.S. states. Consistently, he receives outstanding to perfect teaching evaluations from both his students and colleagues every semester, reflecting his dedication and effectiveness as an educator. Sample Written Comments by Master level and PHD students

"Teaching doesn't end at graduation. Sometimes it crosses oceans, follows languages like Esperanto, and echoes through the same halls where Nobel laureates once taught. To know that my students carry what we built together—that's the real legacy."

Long Beach, 2002 – A Classroom That Voted With Its Heart

Reflection – Long Beach, 2002

What a moment that was. Long Beach, 2002—a room filled with minds wide open and hearts eager to learn. I remember walking into that classroom, not knowing that over the next few days, I would witness something rare: a classroom that felt like home.

Their smiles, captured forever in a single frame, remind me that teaching is not just about knowledge—it’s about presence, connection, and the subtle joy of being understood. I stayed in Long Beach for four days that week, invited for an interview at CSULB. But it was this class—and another—that voted with their hearts, telling me without words, “You belong here.”

One student later told me, “You speak like President Clinton.” Perhaps it wasn’t the voice, but the rhythm—the way words tried not just to teach, but to touch.

That photo? It isn’t just a class picture. It’s a chapter. A reminder of what teaching looked like when sincerity filled the room and learning was alive. Beautiful memories, beautifully lived.

Reflection – Florida, 2014

A Room of Rising Voices

Florida, 2014—a classroom alive with brilliance, laughter, and something even rarer: trust. These were my PhD and master’s students, a group whose energy made every lecture feel like a conversation with the future. They didn’t just give me exceptional evaluations—they gave me their stories, their questions, their hope.

I remember writing letters of support late into the night—each one a quiet vow to stand behind their journeys. I still smile thinking about the day I brought seaweed to a pregnant student, just because she mentioned a craving and I wanted her to feel seen.

Among them stood a tall scholar who once showed me his GRE scores—near perfect. He speaks six languages, and he could teach at any university in the world. But in that classroom, we were all learners, and we were all teachers.

This picture? It isn’t just a photo. It’s a moment of mutual respect, warmth, and shared promise. Beautiful people. Beautiful memories.

To My Former Students

If you see yourself in one of these photos, know that I remember you—not just your face, but your kindness, your stories, and your spirit.

To the wonderful student from 2002 who once brought me dinner—you brought more than food; you brought warmth and encouragement that I still cherish.
To the 2004 class who surprised me with a baby shower after my son was born—you made me feel like family.
To my brilliant Korean student from 2014 who invited me to her party—you opened your heart and culture to me, and I will never forget it.

These pictures hold more than moments. They hold gratitude. If we’ve lost touch, I’d be honored to hear from you.
Please feel free to reach out to me through my CSUSB email or connect with me on Facebook.

You’ve all made a difference in my life. And I hope, in some small way, I made one in yours.

Warmest regards,