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Nov 13, 2007 12:14

Ok so, yesterday my lecturer died.
Same as ever when something like this happens it doesn't feel real.
(You have no idea how much I wish I didn't have so much experience in how things like this feel)
It still feels like you're gonna see him wandering down the corridors.

A lot of people, especially those who are in lectures of 200 odd people where you never get to know everyone properly, would be like 'ok that's sad but so what?'

But in my uni our class is like 25 people odd (its got bigger this year but only to about 50 so you still know everyone) and you really get to know your lecturers. Willie was mental. lol. He used to go on about 'lines' and talk randomly in Italian and tell people they were going to get spanked. I can't do him justice on here. He was talented, and a wee bit mad, cultured, creative and, most importantly of all, like everyone's favourite grampa.

He was the one who did my interview and gave me my unofficial unconditional.

What was horrible was we spoke briefly to Blane today and seeing him upset was worse than hearing the news almost.

Its going to be a very sad life-drawing class tomorrow.

Luv n Spag Bol,
Chibs xxx
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