Michael Donahue

[dzzlingdisaster]

This morning when I got to school, I thought it was going to be a regular day. I would go to all my classes and have an ok day. That didn't happen. When I reached the library, I was told that one of the teachers died of a heart attack over the weekend. At first I didn't realize who it was, then I heard the name more clearly, Mr. Donahue. My third period teacher. The only math teacher I have ever liked. I know I didn't know him all that well, but it still hurts. When I went to third period today, it took a minute to sink in... He wasn't there. He was gone. A couple of the counselors came in and talked to the class... They said they would help comfort anyone who needed it. I saw a couple of people crying around me, and others talking about it. I still didn't know how to react. There is this guy, Masab, he had known Donahue for three years... He was really crushed.

I still don't know if I should cry... Or just leave it, and hope that he is in a better place. Stevie was affected by it, but tried not to show it. But I knew. Gosh, it truely is amazing what death does to people.

R.I.P. Michael Donahue