My writing has been postponed for a while..a few days at the VERY most. You see, my teacher passed away last night of a heart attack. He was only 37. I know you're thinking "Really, over a TEACHER?" and yes it is. He was like my second daddy..I could go to him about anything and he would help me. Thanks to him, I have an A in math for the first time ever. I received a text this morning telling me, but I didn't believe it. I got to school at 7:30 like the nerd I am and saw one of my best friends pull up and I asked her about it. I knew it was true when I saw her tear streaked face. I go to a very small school, so everyone knew Coach Patman and everyone loved him..we all cried and cried and cried. It's affected us so much, we don't have 9 weeks exams..I'm honestly too depressed to write. He was like my second dad because my real dad doesn't give a damn about me..Sorry for rambling but that's why I won't be writing for a few days. RIP Coach Patman.. February 6, 1974-October 3, 2011 I love and miss you terribly.
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