Post by poegrl on Oct 20, 2005 1:39:38 GMT -5
I’m writing now in a fairly surreal state. There have been many things that have happened to me in the past day that are to strange to go into great detail at this time, but perhaps I will go in to said greater detail in the morning, after I have slept, and after the lack of sleep has been taken care of, and mayhap not so intoxicated. Yeah it happens from time sue me. I will say this though, there was a bit of luck fallowing me home tonight considering that I was a bit tipsy as I drove home from Petaluma, you can give me the lecture later..... There was a cop behind me from what I can gather, considering that he finally blew past me about 2 miles before my exit and pulled someone else over for speeding? So fairly lucky and blessed tonight and all for the best considering how fecked I feel now? It’s strange how these things work? I know this has nothing to so with this sight but what I have to say is something I would like as many people on this little planet to know, so back to the reason why I am sitting up at a quarter to one in the morning slightly drunk and out of my mind.
I just got home and saw that there where three messages on the machine, a strange thing cause it dose not happen often, messages that is. Any how, one of the messages was from my mum calling to tell me that one of my former teachers has passed on. This is not just any teacher mind you, this is the teacher, the one that changed my life as it where. I know you all have one. Warner, Chuck, or as come of he’s more “l33t, smart arses” called him, “Chukles”, was a bastered and arsehole to every one, but god did I ever love him for it. He was one of the few people in my life that gave me the confidence, guidance and support that I was searching for when it came to my talents in the “art” world. He was always pushing and always relentless with his badgering. He never lost sight in the potential that you had, and never let you forget what it is that you could be doing with your life if you worked hard enough to achieve it. He was one of the driving factors behind the program in our high school that gave it the Getty grant, which helped Woodland High become one of the top 5 art programs in the country. He’s one of the reasons why I’ve wanted to become a teacher in the first place. Now you may understand why I’m going on like I am.
I always saw him as the kind of man that would live on forever. He had that kind of ferocity to him. He was the tired and grumpy old tom cat with the bitten off eat and crooked tail that would growl at you as you walked by, but in secret would give you the attention and care that you wanted to keep a smile on your face and faith that everything would be okay. He was just always going to be there and out live everything, because he was that crotchety and angry with the world, and needed that badly to make a difference.
I’m left confused, but my no means speechless by this man’s passing. I could never begin to explain the mark that he left on my life. Especially in this state, needless to say, God damned Chuckles, I can’t believer your gone. If there was anything in this world that set my path that much more clearly before me, it could have only been your passing, and the knowledge that now you are gone, there will have to be at least 100 more that come to the ranks to take your place in order to maintain the standards that you have set and kept for all of us. I only hope that some day I can be counted among them and help tow the line in your memory.
Thank you.
I just got home and saw that there where three messages on the machine, a strange thing cause it dose not happen often, messages that is. Any how, one of the messages was from my mum calling to tell me that one of my former teachers has passed on. This is not just any teacher mind you, this is the teacher, the one that changed my life as it where. I know you all have one. Warner, Chuck, or as come of he’s more “l33t, smart arses” called him, “Chukles”, was a bastered and arsehole to every one, but god did I ever love him for it. He was one of the few people in my life that gave me the confidence, guidance and support that I was searching for when it came to my talents in the “art” world. He was always pushing and always relentless with his badgering. He never lost sight in the potential that you had, and never let you forget what it is that you could be doing with your life if you worked hard enough to achieve it. He was one of the driving factors behind the program in our high school that gave it the Getty grant, which helped Woodland High become one of the top 5 art programs in the country. He’s one of the reasons why I’ve wanted to become a teacher in the first place. Now you may understand why I’m going on like I am.
I always saw him as the kind of man that would live on forever. He had that kind of ferocity to him. He was the tired and grumpy old tom cat with the bitten off eat and crooked tail that would growl at you as you walked by, but in secret would give you the attention and care that you wanted to keep a smile on your face and faith that everything would be okay. He was just always going to be there and out live everything, because he was that crotchety and angry with the world, and needed that badly to make a difference.
I’m left confused, but my no means speechless by this man’s passing. I could never begin to explain the mark that he left on my life. Especially in this state, needless to say, God damned Chuckles, I can’t believer your gone. If there was anything in this world that set my path that much more clearly before me, it could have only been your passing, and the knowledge that now you are gone, there will have to be at least 100 more that come to the ranks to take your place in order to maintain the standards that you have set and kept for all of us. I only hope that some day I can be counted among them and help tow the line in your memory.
Thank you.
