Well, this week has been long and grueling and I am extremely tired now that it is limping toward the finish line.
Monday morning, I received a telephone call informing me that one of my students was killed in a car crash on the previous Friday. This student, an eighteen year old girl named Carrie, was one of my best. She was a very creative writer who would typically turn in essays two and three times a long as they were required to be. These essays were usually only marginally related to the actual subject matter of the assignment, but they were incredibly thoughtful and poetic for someone her age. Once, after class, she even stayed after to comment on how venn diagrams (I had used one in class) were elegant and beautiful. It seemed to her as if you could represent the entire universe in a venn diagram. She was a very pretty young girl and so full of life; it brings me great pain to consider her final moments.
That’s pretty much set the tone for my week. What an incredibly long haul it has been. Oh well. “I can’t go on. I’ll go on.”
