So, remember way back when, when that good friend of mine died and I got all emo/depressed and icky? Yeah, well, happened again.
Turns out, the reason my teacher was absent on friday was because he was having a heart-attack, one that eventually ended his life.
He was-god this sounds so cheesy-so much more than a teacher. And he didn't have that label. He wasn't a teacher, he was a human, and he loved and valued us so much. He wanted us to enjoy learning, and enjoy his class, and suceed, just because he knew we could. He really, really wanted us to do our best, and he just...gah. He didn't just want us to pass, he wanted us to have a great t