Mr. Donahue
How it Began
Man I heard about it tuesday and I was in denial about it, It couldn't be true just some twisted rumor. But then I am in 1st period the next day and Babcock anounces that he has some sad news. FUCK MAN, one of the few damn teachers you could talk to outside of class about random stuff. One of the Best teachers at the school. Had him for a year straight 3 period sophmore year. Talked to him off on on since then but shit the last thing I am going to remember is walking through the hall and accidently calling him Whozar. Don't know why I did that just a slip of the mind but fuck I will forever remember that as being the last words I said to him and it pisses me off. Damn I wish I could have said something else.
What I have to say about it.
But it makes me sad though that the rest of the generations that go to highline will not get to have him as a teacher. I heard this story once that pretty much sums up how I feel.
There was once a boy who went to a funeral of someone he knew he wasn't sad at all. He had no idea why. And as they boy Grew up he went to many funerals until one day he grandfather died. His grandfather was a great craftsmen who built many things and brought joy to all because he did something that brought everybody joy. Through his life he made others lives a happier place. Now this Man who had never felt any sadness at the funerals he had been too, he broke down and cried like he had never before. And eveybody came up to him and said "don't worry your grandfather is in a better place now". But that wasn't what he was crying about he wasn't crying becuase he was dead. He knew he was in a better place. He was crying because how the world would not be the same without him, without his contributions to the world and with him gone so was the source of so much joy.
That is how I feel about Mr. Danohue I am very sad because the school is not the same without him here. There is no laughter in that room anymore.
R.I.P.
Michael Donahue
I will never forget you.
Man I heard about it tuesday and I was in denial about it, It couldn't be true just some twisted rumor. But then I am in 1st period the next day and Babcock anounces that he has some sad news. FUCK MAN, one of the few damn teachers you could talk to outside of class about random stuff. One of the Best teachers at the school. Had him for a year straight 3 period sophmore year. Talked to him off on on since then but shit the last thing I am going to remember is walking through the hall and accidently calling him Whozar. Don't know why I did that just a slip of the mind but fuck I will forever remember that as being the last words I said to him and it pisses me off. Damn I wish I could have said something else.
What I have to say about it.
But it makes me sad though that the rest of the generations that go to highline will not get to have him as a teacher. I heard this story once that pretty much sums up how I feel.
There was once a boy who went to a funeral of someone he knew he wasn't sad at all. He had no idea why. And as they boy Grew up he went to many funerals until one day he grandfather died. His grandfather was a great craftsmen who built many things and brought joy to all because he did something that brought everybody joy. Through his life he made others lives a happier place. Now this Man who had never felt any sadness at the funerals he had been too, he broke down and cried like he had never before. And eveybody came up to him and said "don't worry your grandfather is in a better place now". But that wasn't what he was crying about he wasn't crying becuase he was dead. He knew he was in a better place. He was crying because how the world would not be the same without him, without his contributions to the world and with him gone so was the source of so much joy.
That is how I feel about Mr. Danohue I am very sad because the school is not the same without him here. There is no laughter in that room anymore.
R.I.P.
Michael Donahue
I will never forget you.