| Nov. 8th, 2006 @ 03:49 am xoxo |
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Hail Garnet: Losing him wasn't like losing my other foreign language teacher in 7th grade.
Hail Garnet: It was like losing a father figure.
Hail Garnet: When my best friend broke down in his class, he took her into his arms and cheered her up.
Hail Garnet: I don't recall ever crying on him... because the years I had with him were happy. But maybe, just maybe, we sensed something common between the two of us. the fact that we both had to be strong and happy for people who weren't.
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So, today I missed the last half of school to go to Mr. Metzler's funeral. I saw some people there whom I haven't spoken to for years. (Yes, that means you, Jill.) So did Rebecca. I learned just how much grief brings people together-- people that might've disliked each other immensely otherwise could hold hands, find solace in each other that would've otherwise been nonexistent.
That was my first time ever attending a viewing. He looked so... wrong. Sensei was so red and energetic, but the sensei laying in that casket possessed greenish embalming complexion and fashion sense. He should've been wearing a crazy orange hawaiian shirt or something obnoxious...
Although the service was nice, I don't believe he would've wanted it. He would've wanted a big party with lots of food and a little picture of himself with angel wings taped to the ceiling. He really was an angel, or a fairy, just some kind of apparition that we expected to be there but suddenly wasn't. Half of me expects him to appear at school tomorrow while the other accepts that 'only the good die young'.
After the service, I felt drained, empty, and kinda pissed off at the Bishop for preaching that the only way to be a good person is to accept Jesus Christ as your Savior blah balh blah. I'm not gonna become a fucking Mormon just because my dead teacher was one. We were also very hungry and reluctant to go back to school without lunch, so we went to hakatamon next to Uwajimaya's and stuffed ourselves with Japanese food and celebrated sensei's memory how he would've WANTED us to.
After that, I mooched a ride home off Joe and sat around doing nothing, kind of like now.
My art's been dead lately. I can't seem to finish anything I draw, or stick it in the proper setting... It's like, yes I can draw, but the passion isn't there. I don't have passion for.. anything. I hope I get it back... I NEED it.
meh.
Although I was only Mr. Metzler's student for two years, he'll be my teacher for a lifetime. |
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