As I was sorting through old papers this afternoon I came across the funeral program and obit for one of my High School English teachers, Ms. Moore. It's hard to believe that it has been 8 years since she passed - exactly 8 years today, actually. She was an extraodinary lady - an extremely tough teacher - but she really cared. I really had to work for that A in that class, unlike so many others - but it kind of made that A so much sweeter. She prepared me for college in a way no other teacher did. She also was one of my class sponsors and was there for float making at homecoming, planning and decorating for prom our Junior year, etc. etc. And she provided the use of her room for the after school Bible Study I was part of. She was the teacher I held most dear in my life and there is still a measure of sadness that she is gone.
Apr. 12th, 2005
All I did was ask him to stop fluttering through the den while I was trying to do something - geez. He must have come in and out of here 5 times before I said something. I was trying to fricking concentrate. This is where I write - whether it's just on LJ or it's working on a piece of fiction - he knows that. He ought to know enough to leave me alone as much as possible so I can concentrate. I wasn't bitchy or anything, I just asked him to stop. He stormed out of here and took off in his truck to I don't know where. Yeah, that's the Rick I know and am not overly fond of. Well, I think I'll take off for a while too since I don't really want to be here when he gets back anyway.