This is what I promised I'd tell ya all last night about the detials of the teachers death.
My hoomroom teacher told us yesterday morning, and he was about to cry, as he talked, youcould here it in his voice, and see it in his eyes, then he told us that Andy Calkin, probably one of the most loved and coolest teachers in the school, was killed on Saturday, when he rolled his car three or four times. Our class was the quitest we had ever been in our lives.
Now, we never had Mr. Calkin for a teacher, and most of us never knew him, but, what a shock! I knew him as, the animal man, because he had three turtles, a python, a parona, afarret, two weird cat fish like things, and an iguana in his CLASSROOM! Man.
Then al during first period, when other classes got the news, kids were walking in the halls, everywhere, moorning his death, it was really sad. Kids then were taken out of my class to go home, because their parents were getting them.
Most of our other classes, we did nothing, except english, ss, and science, which was my first period class. enhlish, we wrote notes to his family if we wanted, then worked on whatever we wanted, so, not really work. I wrote a note to, even though I never met him, but I was so sad and sorry that I hadn't. All of us who wrote notes and letters had to get the teacher to read over them first, and a bunch of us were waiting for that, and when mine was read and he said I could take it down the memorial in the lobby, my friend called me over, and said the teacher was crying, I looked back at him, and sure enough, that greasy hair astard was blood red in the face, and there was water in his eyes.
The, I went down to the memorial in the lobby, with some friends, and they had collection money for flowers, letters to Mr. Calkin, and his family, things to remember him, concielers. Everything. Last thing, thoughout the WHOLE day, there was NEVER a time when there were not less then 5 people at the memorial, NEVER! People who were moorning his death, or couldn't concentrate in a classroom, were alowed to just sit in the theatre, r cafetreia, it was basically a free for all day.
So, writing this is making my eyes water, and I hope you all will read it. Because, its a heart breaking stoy aobut a man who neer deserved to die, and now I wonder what tradgies today holds. |
Alright, part two.