Remembering

We all know about the little tragedy that occurred by the Moira Secondary School.

I personally didn't know the boy, but I did know people who knew him. I can't measure the amount of sympathy I have for them, but I don't know how to show my sympathy for them. The only thing I know how to do is the listening thing, but words are at a complete loss when it comes to saying something comforting.

It's my little problem, I just shut up when someone says something about how they're feeling. I'm not trying to be insensitive, I just don't know how to respond.

But the school was in a lot of stress, and keeping them inside was for their own good, but sometimes that just makes one feel helpless.

I remember when one of my teachers died. His name was Nestrovich and he was one of the best teachers that I have met. If you got him mad, you knew it. His sense of humour was a bit harsh, but it never failed to make anyone laugh.

The school spirit that he kept with him wherever he went could always be felt.
When there was a home game, no matter what sport it was, he would cancel the classes and we'd all go to the game. Except me, I never went. I wasn't much of a sports fan.
The gymblast (a dude came to give us a moral to think about while having a full morning of fun and games that involved the entire school's participation) was his best intro ever!
He was in the Pi House, which was blue, and he comes in with a trumpet, basically making it look like he was playing it along with the music that was appropriate for the instruments they used, and dances to the centre of the gym, the entire Pi House behind him cheering and/or 'playing' another instrument.

He was a lively man for sure. He never minded me leaving because he trusted that I would always study my ass off during the game (which had about a 4:5 ratio of not happening) and I'd quietly sit and do nothing in a study room.

He died on his way back from a business trip, he lost control of the vehicle and... it happened.

I'd rather not remember the day we all felt the sorrow, but the day we remembered him and felt the pride of being a student under him.

The earliest I remember meeting him was in grade nine and the introduction to the students and teachers. Everyone cheered the loudest for him. In grade ten, I was cheering along with them.