...and was a senior there during my freshman year. I saw her as a face in the crowd every day for my first year.
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In those days, we had separate buildings for the genders, but we had common busses and the schoolyard. Today I'm in the same faculty with a guy who graduated a year behind me and a teacher who was there my last year, as a new teacher.
Now I've found out I went to high school with Terry Schiavo, if only in my first year.
I'm not particularly shocked by it but I did find it surprising. I've seen sad things happen to so many people who went to Archbishop Wood, even while I was still there.
In other news, another one of my professors from college died. My second Spanish professor, Dr. Carney, died. He was an alchoholic and was in terrible shape, but that was almost 20 years ago. He must've dried up to stay alive until September 2004. He didn't like me much. He felt that I "hid in a large class like this." He made an example out of me by name because I didn't pay attention in there. I managed to pass and got my second class of spanish credit. He did his job but he was pretty miserable. I had much worse professors than he, though.
My first and later spanish professor was much better and more dedicated, and he's dead too. I can't remember his name offhand.
The majority of my professors are dead, and I only took my undergraduate degree in 1988! A lot of them weren't that old, either, including the American Government prof who jumped off Niagra Falls when his wife left him! I'm constantly hearing of my profs dying.
Everybody has a 'cemetary' of people whom they've known who have died. Mine's pretty fucking large and getting larger.