My principal's funeral is today. At 2 o'clock. I don't think I'm going, because I was just one student in a school of 600 - a school which she'd been at for 7 or 8 years. I'm not even sure she knew my name.
But really, all that matters is that I knew hers.
Mrs. Scott missed my Graduation because cancer, which she'd already fought off once, was back - but she still tried to come and asked for the ceremony to be taped so she could watch it later. From the hospital, I guess.
She died on the last day of August.
I think she was the best principal I've ever had - out of the 5 I've had. She tried to get to know each student individually with things like an exit portfolio and was always around the halls talking to students. A lot of people made fun of her because it was rumored she wore a wig - from kimotherapy.
I really can't believe Mrs. Scott died, it was probably the first death of someone I knew personally - I've had 2 different relatives die, but I've hardly ever met them. I saw Mrs. Scott every school day for the past two years of my life.
But she did die. And as unbelievable as it is, I have to accept that.
Sarah.
2 comments:
wow...im sorry. One of my third grade teachers got hit by a car and died once, so I know how it is..if that makes you feel any better...
*awkward silence*
lol, sorry - kind of an awkward post.
Death is sad.
:(
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