So, I thought I would actually just wait a day before posting this, just so I could make sure that what I was saying is correct.
Yesterday, I learned that one of teacher's from highschool, Señor Miranda, died from cancer. As you can guess, he was a Spanish teacher. He taught sec 4 and 5 Spanish, but had missed practically 3/4s of the whole year, last year. We knew he was sick, just not how sick, and when he'd come to our prom, he's seemed fine. We'd been told that he was recovering.
Sadly, just because you're recovering, it doesn't mean you'll heal. There were more complications which resulted in his death.
Honestly, he was a really good teacher. Dynamic, fun, always cheerful, I truly appreciated his class. However, I find that most of the students in his class were always disrespectful with him. They never listened, did on purpose to antagonize him and were just generally bad students, which I find is too bad considering all the effort he put into doing something he loved.
I don't believe in any kind of heaven or hell, after life or nirvana, no what he believed in. I just hope that, where ever he is, whatever he's doing, he's happy.
Goodbye, Luis, I wish you luck and happiness.
-Noah
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