Last Wednesday a teacher of me died. She was my English Teacher plus the advisory teacher of the high schoolers. They told us she had a brain tumor and that she is going be treated by a doctor. Just a few days after that she fall asleep and never woke up.
It's strange to walk trough the same halls every morning without seeing her face and without hearing her stern voice asking if I made my homework. I used to annoy me to no end and I have to admit that I didn't like the classes taught by her. But now?
Now I thought about it all. She was just doing her job and she had done it thoroughly. Now I miss her and I would give a lot just to hear her say that I should stop messing around with my life and that I should start taking school more serious.
She always told me to come to school more regular – now it's her who will never come back..
Ironical, isn't it?
These very thoughts must go trough the heads of over 300 pupils right now. Lots of people used to complain about her or even said they hated her. Now everyone is sad and shocked and almost everyone is attending her funeral.
Well I hope she will rest in peace... she really deserved it
