My mom called me today to let me know that my old anatomy and physiology teacher was found dead in his home today. From what rumours say, it appears he OD'ed on prescription drugs.
I just saw him the other day, when I was talking to a friend of mine and waiting on Steven. He didn't look good, but then again, he's always looked kind of sick. He missed most of my junior year because his leukemia came out of remission. It's kind of odd to think of him as dead.
However, I can't say I feel bad. He was never anything more than an asshole to me and a lot of other people. I do feel bad for his family, because he wasn't very old, but I still can't help thinking that he did get what was coming to him.
Laura, you know who I'm talking amount. Isn't there a lot of irony about this?
