died. I picked up the newspaper when I got home a few minutes ago, and there was his obituary. He passed away Sunday, I guess. On Tuesday, I overheard one of my professors talking about how "he" died and how "he" was going to retire after this quarter (which is over in about six weeks). I ended up skipping math class that night (bad Sandy!!) so I didn't know until now that "he" was Mr. S. I only knew him for a few weeks, but I know that Mr. S was an amazing teacher; I was so psyched to have him as a professor. I feel so sad, but then I feel like I can't be sad because I didn't even know him. I feel bad... I feel strange... I don't know how I feel.
I just had to get that; I don't have anyone around to talk to right now, and you girls are the next best thing. Thanks for listening.
I'm sorry to hear that. It's amazing how some professors can have an impact in your life. Even though you probably were not extremely close to him, it still sucks and knowing that you won't see that person again is hard.
I was recently mulling around on myspace and came across a rating system for professors, and found my all time favorite professor. He taught geography and I went to the Amazon with him as part of a student group, and he is responsible for planting the traveling bug in me. Anyway, in the ratings people were saying to take one of his classes while you still could because he probably wasn't going to be around much longer, so I sent him an email and we're getting together for lunch in a couple of weeks. I'm really glad I'm getting the chance to tell him what a positive impact he had on my life.
Maybe you should attend the services? Sometimes that helps...
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I am sorry! It can be so disturbing to read those things randomly in the newspaper. I felt the same way when I read that one of my former students died. I agree with D -- maybe attend the funeral? Or write a short card to his family expressing your sympathy?
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I had a similar experience my junior year in undergrad. My behavioral stats professor that I had for the fall just never showed up the next spring. After a couple of weeks...the cops forced their way in to his home and found him dead. Apparently he was drinking...fell back and hit his head on the kitchen counter...then made his way to his bed and bled to death!!!
What makes all of this even weirder is that the following fall semester I was in a criminology class and they used photos from his house for us to "figure out what happened" since it wasn't murder after all. They never said that is was a professor, but I knew it was.
I know that was a horrific story, doesn't really help you feel any better. But it haunted me for several weeks. I was mortified that this man was all alone and that no one missed him for so long. I still think about it sometimes.
Sandy - I'm so sorry, but I don't know what to say. If any of my professors died this semester, even the one that I really dislike, I would definitely be upset. I hope you can make peace with this soon, I know it has to be incredibly unnerving and upsetting.
Kari - That's such a sad story... and I can't believe that they used pictures from his house in your other class! That's so disrespectful.
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