In memorium...
I'm sad to say that my school has lost yet another member of our family. The year began with the death of a young man who was only a junior...followed shortly thereafter by the death of one of the friendliest, hardest working janitors I ever met.
And now, the art teacher has died. I'll admit this upfront - I didn't particularly like her. She was excessively annoying, and had a bad habit of wandering into my classroom at the most inopportune times (like when I was trying to tutor a student or packing up to leave for the day). However, that is not to say that she wasn't a good person. She showed me kindness when I first started working there (her room is right down the hall), and though we had our differences, I think she liked me.
I feel bad about the fact that she (unintentionally) got under my skin all the time...because I know her heart was in the right place. But I'm glad that the last conversation I had with her was a good one. I don't know what inspired me to do so, but right before I left school last Wednesday (on my way out to begin spring break), I stopped by her room to chat. We talked about prom (she was the faculty adviser), the trip to England she went on with a few students, and her most recent observation by an administrator. All in all, it was a pleasant conversation...and now I'm really happy I took the time to wish her a nice break.
I just wanted to write a short post on her because her passing should not go unnoticed. She made a difference in students' lives...in other teachers' lives. She should not be forgotten.
I don't know if that makes sense...
And I honestly don't know if I wrote this or if I read it somewhere, but I can't get it out of my head: In darkness and in death, we are all equal.
Good night.
And now, the art teacher has died. I'll admit this upfront - I didn't particularly like her. She was excessively annoying, and had a bad habit of wandering into my classroom at the most inopportune times (like when I was trying to tutor a student or packing up to leave for the day). However, that is not to say that she wasn't a good person. She showed me kindness when I first started working there (her room is right down the hall), and though we had our differences, I think she liked me.
I feel bad about the fact that she (unintentionally) got under my skin all the time...because I know her heart was in the right place. But I'm glad that the last conversation I had with her was a good one. I don't know what inspired me to do so, but right before I left school last Wednesday (on my way out to begin spring break), I stopped by her room to chat. We talked about prom (she was the faculty adviser), the trip to England she went on with a few students, and her most recent observation by an administrator. All in all, it was a pleasant conversation...and now I'm really happy I took the time to wish her a nice break.
I just wanted to write a short post on her because her passing should not go unnoticed. She made a difference in students' lives...in other teachers' lives. She should not be forgotten.
I don't know if that makes sense...
And I honestly don't know if I wrote this or if I read it somewhere, but I can't get it out of my head: In darkness and in death, we are all equal.
Good night.