Goodnight, Mean gene

Goodnight, Mean gene

My English teacher during my senior year in high school died on Tuesday. She was 92.

My heart goes out to her family and all who loved her.

I would go into the whole story behind why this entry isn’t all that heartfelt, but I won’t out of basic decency. I will thank her for pissing me off enough to come back to writing despite her tearing down my confidence. I still won’t apologize for centering my term paper around the origin of the universe according to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

And I will smile forever, remembering her expression when she found out I was a teacher (yeah, it was martial arts, but I was still a teacher.)

When I saw the post on one of the hometown Facebook pages honoring her on her 90th birthday, I sent a picture of my books. I should dedicate one to her, but … nah.

Goodnight, Mean Gene. I hope God is ready for you to try and grade his grammar.

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