mandag den 19. december 2011

Life is fragile

I'm still in a state of shock from the news about my former English teacher. To think she's dead and I never will be able to see her frowny smile ever again seems so unreal.
I was never extremely fond of her, but I learned later that she did what she did to help me. Even though I disliked her idea of forcing me out of "anti-socialism".

My friend's been found. He left home Monday after leaving a note saying he needed some time on his own and that no one should go looking for him. My mother has bugged me about this ever since. Could I help somehow and blah blah. But honestly?
I never intended to do a thing.
He wished to be alone and respect that..

2 kommentarer:

  1. I know how you feel about her. Literally. You know I got A on my Cambridge ESOL exam? Well yes and it was thanks to her I guess. Or she hold a responsibility at least, and I wanted to thank her. I thought about how I was going to find her e-mail as soon as the day, I was told she had died. Girl from my class went to the funeral; said it was very beautiful and that we should be happy since she'd just married and gotten a new grandchild so at least she was happy when she died.
    I've never liked her either, but she was sort of the annoying reptile; just an important part of the school -> she was supposed to be bitchin' there forever! :(

    I hope your friend is already as well...

    SvarSlet
  2. I think she did much more than most of her students ever admitted. Even though most disliked her I'm sure they were taught precious lessons worth remembering.
    My cousin went to the funeral as well. I would've liked to be there myself. I'm thinking about visiting her grave soon.

    I'm sure he's alright he just needed time away from people which I can understand.

    SvarSlet