Sometimes I love Facebook and hate it at the same time. I love because it tells you loads of things about loads of people without you needing to ask anything, and I hate it pretty much for the same reason.
I hate it because it has a very blunt, brutal way to tell you things.
I just got to know, obviously through fb, that my first French teacher has passed away. I know it won't mean anything at all to those who read this, provided someone ever lands here, but it means a lot to me.
It has really darkened my day because this person has been absolutely crucial for my academic choices since secondary school. He was just the best teacher you could wish for. He loved his job and the subject he used to teach, and he possessed the extraordinary ability to make people fall for that subject too, other than being an absolutely awesome person who always managed to bring a smile on our faces. Apart from today.
Thursday, 19 March 2009
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